There, conspicuous in the light of the conflagration, lay the dead body of a woman__he white face turned upward, the hands thrown out and clutched full of grass, the clothing deranged, the long dark hair in tangles and full of clotted blood. The greater part of the forehead was torn away, and from the jagged hole the brain protruded, overflowing the temple, a frothy mass of gray, crowned with clusters of crimson bubbles__he work of a shell.The child moved his little hands, making wild, uncertain gestures. He uttered a series of inarticulate and indescribable cries__omething between the chattering of an ape and the gobbling of a turkey__ startling, soulless, unholy sound, the language of a devil. The child was a deaf mute.Then he stood motionless, with quivering lips, looking down upon the wreck.
The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables.Said if I could get down thirteen turnips a dayI would be grounded, rooted.Said my head would not keep flying awayto where the darkness lives.The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight.Said for twenty dollars she__ tell me what to do.I handed her the twenty. She said, __top worrying, darling.You will find a good man soon.__he first psycho therapist told me to spendthree hours each day sitting in a dark closetwith my eyes closed and ears plugged.I tried it once but couldn__ stop thinkingabout how gay it was to be sitting in the closet.The yogi told me to stretch everything but the truth.Said to focus on the out breath. Said everyone finds happinesswhen they care more about what they givethan what they get.The pharmacist said, __exapro, Lamicatl, Lithium, Xanax.__he doctor said an anti-psychotic might help meforget what the trauma said.The trauma said, __on__ write these poems.Nobody wants to hear you cryabout the grief inside your bones.__ut my bones said, __yler Clementi jumpedfrom the George Washington Bridgeinto the Hudson River convincedhe was entirely alone.__y bones said, __rite the poems.
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The nutritionist said I should eat root vegetables.Said if I could get down thirteen turnips a dayI would be grounded, rooted.Said my head would not keep flying awayto where the darkness lives.The psychic told me my heart carries too much weight.Said for twenty dollars she__ tell me what to do.I handed her the twenty. She said, __top worrying, darling.You will find a good man soon.__he first psycho therapist told me to spendthree hours each day sitting in a dark closetwith my eyes closed and ears plugged.I tried it once but couldn__ stop thinkingabout how gay it was to be sitting in the closet.The yogi told me to stretch everything but the truth.Said to focus on the out breath. Said everyone finds happinesswhen they care more about what they givethan what they get.The pharmacist said, __exapro, Lamicatl, Lithium, Xanax.__he doctor said an anti-psychotic might help meforget what the trauma said.The trauma said, __on__ write these poems.Nobody wants to hear you cryabout the grief inside your bones.__ut my bones said, __yler Clementi jumpedfrom the George Washington Bridgeinto the Hudson River convincedhe was entirely alone.__y bones said, __rite the poems.
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