Insanity in Green

She screams at the vacant spaces
In the place where her internal demons scuttle
Shit and silence and solitude
Coil around
Tripping her
Tongue, feet, memory
Gripping her
Word with lonely fear and madness
Sadness
Ripping her
Heart from her mind

People pass
Quickly
Avoiding her
Gaze and aura
wide
To avoid
Stepping in their own
Insanity

Copyright April Joy Wells

— just someone I passed this morning on my way into work.  She was screaming at the nothing halfway between herself and the Labyrinth gate…