Anamika N Poet Blank verse

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.

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Kathryn Collins November 9, 2013 at 3:56 PM Vividness at its best. When pills and gin provide relief, the only direction is down. What kind of therapist is shocked?

Carol Sunshine Brown July 11, 2012 at 6:59 AM I am so happy I was able to read your poetry today Priya. Thank you for sharing your writing with us always. So many diverse poems here and always a pleasure to read. Hoping you will continue to find the inspiration to write. Love, Carol

Black Eyed Susan July 10, 2012 at 6:46 AM Very powerful piece here - loved the lines about sherbet and cutting yourself, also the horror on your therapist's face..to your saccharine grin. the ending is awesome too. I am going to fav this :) btw, did this really happen to you? Anamika N July 10, 2012 at 10:42 AM It did, but not to this great an extent-- that was just poetic license :)