ELECTRIC CIRCUTS

ELECTRIC CIRCUTS

Nothing to do
Nothing to say
Words have split us
Split us into different
People rocked by a
Man – he sits behind
His desk – rips me
Apart – once a week

Electricity placed on
My temples – ten times
Tried to clear my mind
Forget which life I lived
Which life this is?
This one – or the one
Before

Never knew to choose
Sections of time
Never wrote in chalk
Never used an eraser
Never took away a
Memory

Will they try again?
Will they rip me apart?
On my next trip – when
I return -
No one believes

Nancy Duci Denofio
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