Her voice comes across the phone
clanging as a metal barb against a fence.
One word answers with
rushing winds made of sighs
blowing over the phone.
Her thoughts expressed with words like a
runaway train, derailing before
it makes sense.
Falling into an abyss of anger
she loses grips of resentment
held trapped in her mind and
locked behind doors of valium
and antidepressants .
Clanging, jutting, she falls into
a repetition of words without thoughts;
the monotonous voice of insanity.
© CMM 2012