Poetry

End of Sanity
by Esther E. Wheatley

   

It's when
you start to take
metaphors literally
and words hurt.

End of sanity by Esther E. Wheatley

At all costs,
avoid these phrases:
"This is killing me,"
"My arms are falling off,"
"He is a broken man."

Sounds
have moral value:
noise is evil.

Crossing the road
is a dimension
switch

(you're never sure
if you are
really home),

the TV answers
your unspoken
questions

and sleep
takes you underground
to where the demons live.

 
 

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