Bubbles In the Belly of a Borderline
I sat on the couch in her office.
I'm a piece of work
She asked me "what ails you?"
I smiled because I didn't know better.
I smiled as I spoke of the pills I took last night,
And of the piano tutor who took me
Even though I was only twelve.
I know he was a pervert
But I drowned my sorrows in sherbert
And cut myself for twelve more years.
Her jaw dropped.
The feelings rise out of my body and into the air
Like bubbles in a can of diet cola.
I try to grab on to them
I try to understand the horror on my therapist's face.
The bubbles break on my skin;
All I'm left with is a saccharine grin
And no more insight than I had last night
When lay on my bed with a vial of Xanax and a bottle of gin.
Copyright © Anamika N | Year Posted 2012
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