Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Poem : Psychotic Break

I'm feeling better. Working out everyday. I don't know what was wrong, but I feel better and so I felt like publishing this poem.

“Psychotic Slithering”
By Christopher Sharits

Look, there he is!
No one is there sir.
Look again in the bedsprings!
No one is there.
I can see him breathing!
No one is there.

Look! His shoelace!
No one is there sir.
Yes. He’s there…

What are you doing sir?
He needs air!
Who needs air?
The boy! He’s sick!
No one is there.

What’s wrong sweetie?
There’s more than one!
One what?
In the back of the couch!
Sweetie, no one is there.
Yes, there is. Slithering like snakes…
Don’t cry. Take these and rest.


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