Peter's Mind

I stayed here…

As days piled on days;

Early morning gins,

Late night tokes,

Car rides underground,

Police sirens and firetrucks.

My own thoughts

Unknown. So, I sat.

In Peter’s mind.

I hid from all the lies-

Asleep, beaten, burned.

Decapitated road kill,

Washed with booze,

Made dumb by words,

Intoxicated by hunger.

Devour me and feed me

A brownie, a hash

I’m baked;

Under red heads and blonds

I’m trained for this-

I am the action,

The yelling of “cut!”

A carnival ride,

All hands in the air,

I scream on Prozac,

Silent and peaceful,

Medicated?

I’m eradicated.

Dizzy ears

Want balance,

Eyes search my

Mirror for memory;

Steam covered

Glass heated

And cooled

My steaming fingers.

Bent and sliced

By others

Im trained for this,

Aren't all woman?

It’s someone else’s

Mind, love.

A triangle, a pawn,

A family tradition-

It’s unquestionable…

My DNA.

My story a reaction

Inside Peters mind.