Slipping Into Madness

December 2, 2009
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Years of obsessive behavior have transformed her.
From her neatly organized knick knacks
To her color-coded clothes.
She fidgets,
Glances around,
And calls out to no one.

Voices fill the roomwhispering senseless stories
As she chases the shadows on the wall.
Constantly pulling at her sticky green hair
And mumbling to herself as people stare.
Their eyes pierce her skin
Until the risperidone kicks in,
And all delusions disappear.





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