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Grounded by severe anxiety disorder

Grounded by severe anxiety disorder while the middle east desperately wants you to expose the yellow wires connected to your unborn child that wire is being monitored by the federal bureau of investigation watching your fetus tumble in utero sound waves are carried through hidden vessels and canals beneath the mountains of Kabul you tremble and shake as panic pours in rams intimidating you to cut the blue wire knowing full well the blue wires is controlling and treating your severe ptsd connecting your heart to your brain releasing signals a chemical imbalance to listen to the voice in your head telling you that you witnessed the plotting of arson murder of 9 seeking did you ever hear those words arson murder no demolition construction blow up a building certainly no mention of victims people inside it was alan king special agent Alan king asked me about arson fire the victims i listened to conversation from the ladies room about dynamite explosives demolition i remember hand grenades being traded for pac man machines i remember wearing wires pregnant buying weapons with special agent Alan king do you mind if i ask how many unborn babies did you actually wear wires on actually three different fetuses while four of my children road with the fbi supervisor i imagine you've stored a lot of data in your brain yes it feels like my skull is biting brain matter do that make sense Yes it does stay calm and try and relax you know if you reach for the yellow wire that dissolves the sound of human connection frequency turned up a notch botched emotions causes uncontrollable tears shaking turning up your depressive disorder while being kicked by men in boots deliberately forcing me to to reveal what's behind the red wire on your womb why is it there what is it for can we remove it I nodd yes liquid klonopin is served in brass tea pots soft teal fabric is flown in I am being blind folded to walk through this damp tunnel it's cold in mid June teeth are embedded in the walls tongues are nailed together laugher all around as we pass the finger room souvenirs of software techs captured in haste awaiting  the ultimate fate a pile of american ears remain on the floor I shiver my legs are weak I can no longer stand what do you know about arson murder I don't know anything an yet vagueness conversation from fbi agents invade my zoloft bypass the green wire with phenobarbital it truly hurts to remember I'm seated surrounded by over 30 men I smell explosives a motor pool of sorts I can hear special agent Alan king announcing my social security number while passing my father's death certificate around photos of my loved ones madness beckons my thinking skills my knees buckle under me as I fall into hot sand a breeze coming from a stone window white Linen chatter conversation I try to interpret this language Turkish chant Kurdish Arabic Croatian pilot removes his jacket TALK the only word he says in English I began speaking where am I sabotage kidnapped yes I  respond how mental sabotage TALK water boarding someone throws a bottom lip it hits my cheek slides down sealed with sticky blood the city officials 1984 yes corruption yes arson murder yes federal bureau of investigation he slams photos of each agent points to each photo I don't know tell us what this red wire is for my belly has a wiring harness my navel poking out my fetus moves the men are glued to my pregnant body yellow wire blue wire green wire grounded by the white wire the red wire is itching controlling my thoughts creating an imbalance i want it to stop I want it off the tall man yells this red one causing anxiety disorder panic attacks depression TALK the green one is it calming soothing I shook my head uncontrollably I'm taken to a stone slab two men lay me on my Bach my knees are raised shaking a King named Mulhomed covers them with teal fabric he kneels prays and says mind altering mind tampering mental tampering you've been in a think tank for years reading data you've stored sheer torture do you mind if I disconnect the red wire I say I can't breathe 
you are hear now do you understand you have a bomb connected to your fetus wires that been there 3 decades but how the wires you see on your belly are physical however the mental connections is embedded inside your mind to control your thinking skills a data breach artificial energy to create a script being read by the federal government who installed the wires over 35 years ago monitoring your life your dreams your thoughts if we disconnect the red one you can die yes do you wish to disconnect the red wire now no fear the white wire will ground all your anxiety keeping you awake I said don't don't he said don't look I turned away he disconnected the blue one first I could hear the fbi agents conversation parked back in America far away from this location we are hear to help you dear we brought you hear because this technics should never ever be used I said many lives will die if you touch the red wire he says why it connects my fetus heart to mine I can never ever separate it if you do everything crumbles into the sea mushroom cloud aching pain peeling flesh animal masks approaching brains dissolving inside the skull I close my eyes and yank the red wire the sky turned red the voices in my head were all dead

Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen

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