Foxglove

The man at the desk ,who has a degree in psychology from Organ State, stares into my spilt mind and says to me that I’ll last for another two years.

I’m a mercenary, hired by one side of the mind to kill the other.

My weapon is turning disgust inward, allowing it to

Eat away at all of my seems.

Beside me lives an old lady who knows to much about everyone else’s life and only snaps rude comments if you inquire about her. She informs me that herbs could help with my condition.

“Foxglove helps with acute mania. That is your problem. No need to be shy, everyone here knows.”

During my only visit to her house, the Witches’ glove caught me in the face when going through the garden. I told her, “I’m too emotional, I need some chemicals.”

Nancy grows foxglove to ease her mind

She started by tracing bloody fingers around my neck than hands me herbs tied up in a homemade tea bag.

“Drink before bedtime.” she tells me while staring into my eyes.

I’m not sure what she gave me, but my stomach started eating my back

And dead man’s bell sounded off in my brain.