Lanced
They let everyone out of the mental hospitals
because of budget cuts.
And they all became healers.
Today I asked a question, simple, not incisive,
Yet it pierced your psychic boil.
Toxic puss burst forth.
Foully splattered and shaken,
I prayed for you to awaken
from your terrifying dream.
Through a reflection in the eye of a dragonfly,
I see a brutalized child,
It is you.
Teetering on the edge,
Which way will you go?
