Asylum – Poem by Kristin Garth
TW needlephobia, incarceration
A stick so slick, a pushed up sleeve, they hold
me down until he makes them leave — child
collected, caged, sixteen, a stranglehold
syringe in veins pristine. My breath so wild
is slowed, restrained. He looms so close. His wink
nefarious as thoughts contained. He waits
so patient ‘til I’m deep, a maniac
so handsome, half asleep. He medicates
my will away. A haze of him my dreams
replay. Not doctor, now, but Eminence,
whose tax is tears, remittance muffled screams,
your Thorazine kiss, chemical prince.
A bed with straps, wide, windows clear,
sedated kiss you steal another year.