Mom
I never understood her decent into
that maze of jumbled thought
and just
who she was hearing
between the walls of drywall
she would start laughing
as if someone had told her the funniest joke
and then silence
as if someone where whispering between
the echos of her mind
and suddenly
a word salad would emerge
in full flight
I used to worry that it was catching
this state of being
it haunted my days and made my nights
a worrisome blanket
that I wrapped myself in
as a type of vertigo would overtake me
and I found myself
tenaciously grabbing
for reassurance of sanity
in a most
insane
world
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