Choking on the
Voices and
Choices
Inside my head
An invasion
A violation
Hornets dismembering the
Raw insides of my mind
Raging like the spinning vortex
That brought Dorothy to Oz
But what lies on the other side
Is not in color vision
Just the
Hollowness
The haunting
The glass half empty
Of hurt
And me: lost
Somewhere on my yellow brick way
