My Mind Holds a Jumble

jumbled up into the center of my mind minced and diced and rolled drooling with misconstrued nonclarity are paintings, murals and poems that would reveal my insanity if displayed so I keep them tucked up safely, in the crevices of a mind that has become an expert mask of herself showing none of our truth to the outsiders they come toward us anticipating a breakdown we throw back our head and laugh but reveal nothing not cutting off our ear yet, but close. Shh! Your loudness is turning my hostility into action.