Playing God

The tv fades out
to a tiny pin hole
of light, clicks off.

Jolt, defibulator, pulse,
awakened again.

Bed straps, medication,
numbness...

slipping into the void,
strange dreams,
cracked lip scream.

Redemption
mad laughter
shadow puppet friends
play games on the wall.

Sunlight through dirty windows,
pigeons on the ledge,
hawk circling by the sun.

Falling glass,

Freedom.

Jamie Lynn Morris

03-14-2008