MAYBE NEXT TIME.

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A GIRL AND HER MENTAL BREAKDOWN.

Submitted: August 10, 2008

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The time she barred herself
In the toilet and tried
To hang herself from the
System in the locked ward

Of the psychiatric
Hospital had nurses
Running around like shocked
Decapitated hens;

Someone had overlooked
The thin harmless looking
Cord of her dressing gown
That was around her neck.

They banged on the glass door,
The glass rattling in
The doorframe, the faces
Of two nurses peering

In showed that O God no,
Features, that seemed to shoot
To bits that don't panic
Philosophy they'd been

Taught. She'd be down for more
ECT after this;
Be watched more closely once
This episode was done.

But she was off centre,
Out of touch with them and
Their raw reality;
She had her own small part

To play, another scene
To go through, another
Darn bit part, no starring
Role, even if a stunned

Anxious audience was
Gazing through the thick glass.
She stood on the toilet
Seat, ready to make that

Sudden leap; not that cool
Kierkegaardian leap
Of faith, but one closer
To home, a few steps off

And a dark leap into
The waiting arms of Death
& Co. Then the sick show
Was over; the nurses

Forced the lock and were in
Grabbing her tight around
The waist, easing away
The pink cord from her neck.

She felt the arms round her,
Sensed a panicking big
Babble of voices in
Her ears; there would be some

Other place, another
Chance of meeting dark death,
Somewhere down the dim days
Or corridor of years.


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