Insanity

Is this how Sylvia felt?

Insanity

by Erin L George

 

Sometimes I smell blood.

I even taste it in my throat.

I guess it’s bleeding from my aching brain.

To tell anyone would be admitting being insane.

So I find an vacant brain cell

or a quiet corner at the end of my bed

at about three a.m.

and then talk

to the unseen wicked listener

that doesn’t require couch, paper, pen.

Reviews

[Mary]

nice take on insanity,i liked it:)