she dispenses my sanity

in exchange for my weekly soliloquy

acknowledged only by soft murmured vagaries

she disperses my memories of “family”

excusing my weekly spew of profanity

acknowledging my humanity

she dispels my anxiety

unraveling my drastically tragic tapestry

absently offering banalities

she is me…talking about myself in 3rd person while talking about myself in first person

she is a shrink, she is a piece of furniture

she is me… to someone else

~Melanie Thomason



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2 responses to “shrinkage

  1. Excellent slant, as seen by an “other.”

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