HORROR Poem: Insanity, by Catherine Carson

When you forgo sleep for the
nocturnal rattle of darkness,
mosquitos sound like violins.
Tiny violins hemming away just
for your ears, a seashell collecting
music.

When you take your pills, you become
a ghost. Truly, you haunt your own
body, your own apartment.
To not take the pills is to hear
one thousand mosquitos like violins.
One thousand screaming strings
just for your ears, a seashell collecting
chaos.

I can bend time. I can shake
my hands so violently that the
earth quakes in agreeance.
I see shadows that turn to lovers
in the daytime.

I hear the violins,
and they
sing
sing
sing.

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