I Keep Sitting In The Madhouse / Yearning For / A Mad Transsexual Witchspell

– Abigail Silversmith Irfan 

I Keep Sitting In The Madhouse

Here in the bed I was tied to before,

                                    I sit,

                                                thinking of possibilities we hold –

                                                                                                            us and our mad kin.

The world takes holding away from our bodies and make them fall.

Nobody yearns for tartarus.

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