Assembly Line

we are the products
of genetics gone
wrong.

a spiral, catching flame

to wound sanitary skin.

above all else, an
evil thing taking route
in shaken torsos.

gathering cobwebs
in the twists and turns
of a waking nightmare.


Authors note: The inspirtation of this poem was inspired by hearing the news of a family member who began starting to take antidepressants. It made me realize that Mental Illness runs in my family and has for a long time. 


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