Untethered untethered
a psych ward day
no one was there
even as they sat there
lost like reception
a radio song cuts in
and out and
it’s not the same
song that they
hear anyway
so I move
politely on
or try even
my shadow
self-conscious
here they are not
a ghost
but it feels
like a void
here like
an ache
from a sharp
blow like
static
no pieces
no whole
just cracks
and how they show
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Beautiful…
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thank you!
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Very nice!
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Thanks, Dawn!
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Loved the psych ward. Such pretty colors to blend into and not be noticed. Are we all psyched up or are we medicated down?
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it’s definitely an interesting place to work!
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This spoke volumes to me. Beautiful assembly of groups of syllables. A gorgeous piece of work.
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Thank you Kate, for reading and for commenting!
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so eerie, so true. Your style is so perfect!
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Thank you!
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