Schizophrenia

[vc_row][vc_column][title type="subtitle-h6"]Majah Cardberry[/title][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width="11/12"][vc_column_text]You:you sit in the chairlike a nestyour wings heavy_____with salt.The apartment wallsare colored_____the end of daysand burnt sienna cigarettes.You’re trying to speak to me,_____to explain, butyour words are frayed threads,small sparrows_____with cracked beaks.They slip and spill_____off your tongue,they rub into the carpet,_____they drip into your palmsand get sucked upamong the dust motes; they vanishthrough our open window screens.[spacer height="20"]I’m trying to magnify_____your whisper words,to unfurl sentences lostamong the scattered electricityof your brain, but they are gone;they lay flat and senselessagainst the downward pull_____of your cheeks.[spacer height="20"]I’m scaredbecause I can see your voice calling_____and calling, from the small center of your body,lost and minimizedamong the forest_____of your lungs.[spacer height="20"]Our wiring won’t connect,we give upas you curlunder that blanket,_____a felt green cocoon.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]