Write Thru the Pain
This is
the brain
washing machine.
This is the
think tank.
This is
ground zero.
This is
ten below
zero,
naked in
the snow your
last words
frozen to
your lips
like
arctic pearls.
This is the
fish bowl
full of
quarters &
green slime.
This is the
whey of
things.
This is to
inform you
of your
rights.
This is
to prove
I can
write while they
yank out
my fingernails.
