• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 07
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when they took me to the mad house and stuffed me in a chair
they whispered
now listen - you get it straight

like a baked capsicum my insides buzzed
my wrists taped with ribbons, my ankles with bows
their gowns not for dressing but undressing the wildly personal                                 dusk of I know

your daffodil and dandelion jokes of reason are not what they seem
we will make you see

so I looked straight at them and said 'do what you dare'
turn in on yourself and you'll end up looking up your arse my friends

my puzzle is broke
and you are nervously unaware
with your electric shock uniformed stares