N Wonder If This Art Will Survive? Poem by Minnie Gehrig

Alone n i already feel
the blue of the night creeping in
Pushing the sun aside....

Except this little white pill
doesnt let it in,
the window remains closed..

N i am stuck in the mirror again,

Reflecting the fractured lights...
n the lady in the chair
is hungry..
she sits licking the spoon
n thirsts for the broken places
that put the shine on me....

N then there is you
so pretty
with your changling eyes..
n pouted lips.....

Though i like your smile better..
n look again in the mirror
Do i resemble your seriousness?

N the morning when i feel the anxiety seeping in
n i do not want to take your little white pill anymore
but i do because it helps
because inevitably the blue sea turns red with blood..
n all those beautiful ones...

they want to see me turn n spin
puppetlike on the axis of the world
that spins n spins for this...
N relenting i yeild...
n doll like fade...
n wonder if this art will survive.............