One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, poem by Maggie Watson at Spillwords.com
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One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

written by: Maggie Watson

 

One flew over the cuckoo’s nest.
Looking for a place to
rest from the critical choir (the voices inside
her head).
All she wanted was to be rid
herself of the pain.
So, taking a blade, she
made incisions on her wrist.
Watching the crimson tide
flow onto the tiled bathroom floor,
the release had felt good.
Like an exorcism without the
devil himself.
They took her to a secure
ward and fed her with meds.
She was not off her head or insane,
and she had no wish to die yet.
It was simply a cry for help.
But now they had stuck a label on her,
“mentally unstable.”
Next time she would jump,
at least the death certificate would read, “accidental.”

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