Her Insanity

Her Insanity Strait jacket with chains in shackles. Her mind is waked then they drugged her until she hackled. Emotionally gone she is still standing strong, leaning on baby blue walls on suicide watch. Her mind had been spinning through wheels. The heart has been cremated to dust through her gills. No more feelings for her needs. All she has is insanity..

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Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 5/15/2009 7:36:00 PM

We get a very clear image of this tragic woman, Jack. How sad she has given up the fight to maintain sanity. So many artists should have been placed on suicide watch (Van Gogh comes to mind). At least she is getting help. A very compelling and frightening read, Jack!