February 6, 2020 · 9:00 AM
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shrinkage

 

she dispenses my sanity

in exchange for my weekly soliloquy

acknowledged only by soft murmured vagaries

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she disperses my memories of “family”

excusing my weekly spew of profanity

acknowledging my humanity

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she dispels my anxiety

unraveling my drastically tragic tapestry

absently offering banalities

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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

2/06/2020

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2 responses to “shrinkage”

  1. hitandrun1964
    February 6, 2020 at 12:40 PM

    Excellent slant, as seen by an “other.”

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