eclipse Posted August 8, 2011 Share Posted August 8, 2011 In the asylum grounds my thoughts are doing their usual rounds-they leap from leaf to leaf. Inside the sounds of patients impersonating each other fades as I step into the lift. The floors have been shuffled two comes before one, four comes before three and I step out onto a floor that doesn't exist. A psychiatrist raises a skeleton's wrist and clothes it with my skin-he can now see the thoughts and fires in my head and the dread that one day I will be declared sane. The psychiatrist summons a snake from a basket that sheds it's skin and tempts me with a skin of normality in exchange for the fires of insanity that burn in my head Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted August 8, 2011 Share Posted August 8, 2011 To me it seems carefree, almost idyllic, but from the text it's clear that even the not-so-"sane" have stress: ... he can now see the thoughts and fires in my head and the dread that one day I will be declared sane ... I read this two ways. Perhaps the psychiatrist is a bit anxious, too. If everyone was sane, he might end up out of a job! Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
David W. Parsley Posted August 8, 2011 Share Posted August 8, 2011 (edited) Powerful and compelling. How does the reader resist? A trance-like journey through the discovered beautry of one person's prison, made at once a demesne and rite of passage. Completion of that passage is in reach. It can be chosen, but at the price of potential diminution of creative vision; yet with the promise of fulfillment, even triumph. Can they be mastered into a balance? Intriguing. Is it okay if this reader request a finish with more umph? "Fires in my head" seems unimaginative after all the preceding fires of language and thought. - Dave Edited August 8, 2011 by David W. Parsley Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted August 12, 2011 Share Posted August 12, 2011 psychiatrists are quacks. they talk to you one time for 5 minutes and no matter shat after that you can not own a god because you migh shut the psychitrist ant they prescibe you a drug that f---s with the chemicals of your head destroying your liver and kidneys as to say they think they are so smart thy consider themselves gods. who died and made them suoreme. also like the ten latest anti-depressants have been taken off the market because a fifth of those that take kill themselves or it cause severe side affects that leads to death. i have been changed like ten times in the last 3 years different anti-depressant medications. i looked at indegredients makeup in each one the same crao victor Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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