Psychosis Uncovered

by Sascha Fink


A Doctor's Slice

My doctor sliced my brain into thin slivers.

She threw out the damaged sections.

Like my mother excising dark spots

from the potatoes.

The good parts are mashed up

     and digested.



I Was Pushed

Someone pushed me down hard.

I bashed my head on memories.

I can't remember if I got back up.



Sleepwalking through decay

wading feet first, ankle deep

Face first.

Wisps of thought, slick from ill use,

neglect, and stagnation float in

damp, dank, dark waters.

Moss covered rocks to slip on.

Cold water aches.


Walking forever down the murky river.

Rotting from the outside in.


One Day

One day I'd like to go outside

And lay down on the ground during a blizzard

And let the drifting snow cover me

And pretend I was never there. 


Last Updated: 4/29/11