Schizo's Lament

Schizophrenia, Schizoaffective Disorder, Stigma



“On paper, my brain looks like someone

let the Very Hungry Caterpillar off his leash.

On paper my colors are unusual,

rare blooms in an untouched jungle,

the kind that smell like corpses

I push ten-letter words into my mouth

with my fingers, so far back that I

trigger my gag reflex, forcing myself to

swallow them like you force your dog

to take its medicine; for its own good.

I am a television boogeyman.

I am my grandmother.

I am the man who killed her.

I am sleepless, sleepless.

Every so often I taste pennies

but can never remember why.

Every so often there are corpses in the bathroom.

I pluck an insect from a hole in my skin

and crush it between my teeth.

I am a person who should not be."

--Olivia, Student

POSTED: Monday, April 23, 2018 - 3:14pm
UPDATED: Tuesday, February 19, 2019 - 10:17am