Cell mate.

Cell mate.

A Poem by Phoen-ix

The taste of forgiveness is sweet, but so is lobotomy.

Sincere apologies aren't always genuine and lately, the cards on the table just don't match up. 

What were you thinking? That night when you walked into my place, getting on your hands and knees and scrubbing the filthy, black floors. No matter how hard you scrubbed, no matter how much you wanted it to be clean, the floor was still a sickly colour. 

 Giving up, you turned and looked at me with sorrow-filled eyes, uttering words that would make a deaf man's stomach turn.  Something inside of me, acted upon your actions and it wasn't until I was sitting in a white gown in a cold, dark cell, that I realized what you had said. Neuroleptics coursed through my veins causing my blood to boil; open wounds under a shower of salt. Hearing screams and hollow cries from near, made my soul quiver with excitement and oh, how my god-damn heart was sick of it. The words, "white devil" were still ringing in my ears, while your petrified eyes burned my skin.

 

From the outside, the pretty white coats tried to treat religion with mental illness. An anti-psychotic would only be able to treat the insane.

 

© 2013 Phoen-ix


Author's Note

Phoen-ix
I'm not exactly sure what I was thinking while writing this, it just kind of wrote itself. What do you think of it?

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Your starting line just got me in this piece:

The taste of forgiveness is sweet, but so is lobotomy.

and then you go about the verse...in the lines as a reader gets into the thick of it...

the way you tell us in the next few lines mixes things up a bit and the imagery of the lies with the floor...and the next lines just grabs you with the thoughts of it all...again with the intensity of your verbal actions...your last lines put things into perspective:

From the outside, the pretty white coats tried to treat religion with mental illness. An anti-psychotic would only be able to treat the insane.

good to read you...dark and raw within this write...







Posted 11 Years Ago


I really like it. Love the idea of sanity vs. insanity. One of the things that I try to show in my own characters. You did a very good job at not telling too much but showing a lot. The phrase "white devil" has such a great meaning in this context. Overall, great job. Short, sweet and dense.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Interesting write. I take from it that words hurt beyond knowledge at times, do more damage than the physical can ever do and lasts longer. Someone has had enough, and snaps.
...or it could be that I relate a little too much...Still, I thoroughly enjoyed the stimulus this piece does to the brain.

Thanks for sharing

Posted 11 Years Ago


maybe there were a voice inside of your mind that lead you to this , enjoyed the poem

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very pertinent! Interesting imagery. I think a lot of 'sane' people get treated with anti-psychotics!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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