Lady Discipline

All the garbage

In my mind

Cowers in piles

Vivid piles

Murky piles

Pointy piles

All held

Still

All seen

All crowding around

All crowding

In

.

In the middle

A soft shape

Me myself

Being slowly hit

Slowly covered

By the falling rubbish

.

Make a decision

Let it go

Is shrieked

Make peace with yourself

With your mind

Outside the head

Hair is straight

Face is calm

And they don’t know inside

The storm

Has brewed

And the trash

Is falling from the sky

Hitting the pavement

Of the brain

.

All is crowded in

My portholes

Are clouding

The dawn

Is purple

As snow

Drifts to the ground.

.

Everything

Is being covered

All the pointy

The murky

The vivid

Gone under

A blanket

Of glacial lines

.

Stepping into the mind

She walks

On white paper

Her feet

Making no marks

Each foot

Rigidly

One in front

Of the other

Arms

Stuck to her sides

Lady

Discipline

.

Her hands

No feeling

Numb

Just pushing

Everything

Is folding

All orders

Are coming

She opens her mouth

Speaking

And I

Obey

The skies

Are opening

Just blue

No clouds

Only blue

.

Blue above

A flatland

A horizon

Straight as the hair

Outside of the mind

Outside of the head

Clear as the eye

Cocked

Frozen

Still

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