Gripped Poem by Brittany Quail

once again I find myself
in this sad state
a few minutes
an hour
a day
i don't know when it will end
everything's blue
grey
static
shaking
twitching
spinning
dark
foggy
angry
silent
i'm alone
i don't know where i am
i don't know what i'm feeling
except for Her
i feel Her
that is certain.
She is standing over me
breathing on my neck
She's pulling my hair
She's digging her nails into my shoulders
She's tearing me apart
She's laughing at me

[May 25.2008.1: 27am]