E.C.T
To spark my questionable depression,
they decided to strike me with
medicinal lightning..
the electrical storms struck only for
a split second,
-in my innocent, but troubled little mind
will i now forget how to hide?...
splitting headaches,and pasty temples,
i put my hand to my head
but already i had forgot what
my thoughts had said,
i endured the series of storms,
i had weathered them well,
and settled into mindful tropics
and seemingly forgot why i'd
been so depressed,
as they continue to take care
of all that was left
..soon they sent me home
with three perscriptions
that i somehow misread
(or did i)
for standing invitations to return..
was there not still brain left to burn?
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