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The x's are flying
The y's are sitting in a circle in my room
My mind is spinning on its axis close to the sun
Checkerboard ceilings, round chipped tables
Mean bulging eyes, sharp teeth
Growls and twisted feet
Scratch, claw, the x's are closing in
Mad, angry, upset, rejected they come faster
"Retreat!", I scream
it is much too hard to fight the demons
that coexist within me
Stop, breathe, heave and heave
"Gather up yourselves we are fighting for our minds!"
Someone yells from the other side,
Heave, faint, fall flat on broken shattered dreams
Awake, jump start, shutter and the x's are breathing foul stench, rancid air
Hands crossed, tied
Feet twisted back, tied
Mouth bleeding, gag, taste like cotton dry...
The x's stare and laugh "We got her mind at last!"
The y's come closer and talk with no words, no sounds
just questioning eyes with tears and jagged claws
My mind is still spinning, dizzy perhaps
It aches with the many visitors and travelers that pass through
The x's, the y's, the ones that call themselves b's
Stare, groping, blank...
They took over again
Will escape, will stop traffic
With heavy burdens and slimey, stealing hands

© 2001 S. E. Chambers