Love and Madness

It was was the maddens of a truth become lie into truth and seeing itself back in a lie;

and the hope of loves mending that held her there.

Fierce with belief but afraid to speak it so,

she straddled the stoop, whispering his name and the things that he had said 

to prove what she knew was true.

Repeating like monastic prayer.

The song he sang. The way he held. The time he stayed.

Long in the memory until she shed blood and never minded.

So flowing in secret she wrung her hands huddled in the keep.

Until finally, a man in a white coat was called

with all of his attending nurses.

He scorned her with his wiket eye

and the attending ladies sponged her skin until it was red-raw.

She finally screamed his name from deep in her gullet

until the windows shattered and all of the minding ways inside her ripped to a shred.

They laughed and tied her to the table.

"beyond foolish is she...gone mad!"

They severed her  cranial nerve from her myocardium down until they came to her svadhisthana, 

where the awakening had come. 

The gift of him. The gift of his love. 

The place where he had seen her and where she had cradled him and they had made a light together.

They made a mutilating of rip into her, full of lies and electrodes and scalpels until he was 

no longer there.

She was wrapped in gauze and force-piled in with the others.

 Into a room where shuffling feet were the music

in a box of barred panes and pills. 

Still, everyday she waited at the wiket window to find a glimpse of someone's coming.

A return to prove her true for the day she screamed his love and shed her liars skin. 

A return would be her redemption...

One day they would see...one day they would see.

Until then, she rocked back and forth and forth and back...

Waiting for the day.

The day that someone would come and whisper her name back to her.  

But who?

She could not quite remember...