Paranoia Spiderfinger
PARANOIA Spiderfinger
clean scrubbed room
the type you can
swipe a finger across
all sullen surfaces
no matter how
obscure
and find it free
of dust and
cobwebs….and more
paint weaves the same
surreal sensations
white color shades…
purewhite
snowhite
cleanwhite
the ashen white
faces adding
subliminal
messages of
fading to grey
“time to meet the girls”
first the smell
then heat until…
ceiling lifts
revealing
tortured
tarantula
pointing
indicting
Spiderfinger
(on being Institutionalized)
© Kim van Breda—10 September 2015
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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