they wrapped my sister in her own arms
to keep her from beating her calves black and blue
tiny fists make tiny bruises.
they dragged her through the front door, naked but for that stiff, white fabric
help written on her face in wet blotches of mascara
scratched toes cling to concrete stairs.
they took her to the funny farm, its quiet
except when people laugh from down the hall
mom wont visit.















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Behold! I am that which must always overcome itself. - Friedrich Nietzche
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