Talking to herself, being afraid of everything,
not knowing up from down, Husband from attacker, contentment
from sickness, her own thoughts from elsewhere...
She wondered out loud at this "worse fate" and stopped swallowing,
until the fever dreams went away.
I met a woman who gave up her free reign, confined to a prayer room, till days were not days, and later they took her voice, until thoughts were not thoughts, and then self... not... so... much...
Somewhere someplace if places are places,
her husband and children awaited.
but when the day came that she could
regain, what attachments remained?
I met a woman once who lived in a cell, her mind fully free but her body belonged to someone else.
a battle
in every second awake or sleep, of torment repeated, and yearning.
...but where is it coming from?
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