Straightjacket (Chemical)
Hospital gave me Valium
a foregone conclusion
that I would seem
calm, yielding, malleable
when I was screaming inside.
(nobody cared about that)
I was fine, just fine
until another hospital came along
and the Valium wore off.
"Why did you try to throw a potted plant
out the window?"
They asked, genuinely puzzled.
(I wanted out)
But I had stopped talking by then.
Never really started again.
Sending out this note
in a bottle, hoping one day
it will wash up
on the farthest shore.
November 7, 2015
prompt: "simmer
down" poem
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