Tuesday, 28 July 2020

mind-control

I used to believe in mind control
An invisible battle for my soul
A struggle, I wretch
I lose my breath
Who can see me struggle with this predicament?
I have to laugh, "It's all in my head"
My body jerks with a reaction
Is that really what I said?
Is that what I really think?
Can you see my thoughts?
Or do they just stink and you're left smelling
a burning brush fire?

- Marion Jane Lefevre, 2020
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