Poem: Joan of EIP

I’m sick of this privacy

Let it be known, let it be known

I went crazy

Back in November 2018

Glasgow winter was biting

Witches kept me warmer.

Books were my saviour

No Jesus here, Allah left me

I was primitive, I hid you in verses.

Two nurses always

Yes, I was mad,

It infected my marrow.

I couldn’t hang myself

Not in a bare room.

I went vegetarian (again, this time not for show)

While my pupils were the size of saucers.

I was in the most pain I’d ever been in

Scared I was in purgatory.

I thought I lived a good life

Surviving.

Someone bought the confectionary and the crisp aisle in my drawer

(it was my mother)

And an expensive blanket too

(my father)

I didn’t weep, Risperidone calcified my tears.

Now;

I’m off, I’m off

I’m finally free

Gold duster eyes

Cinnamon for skin

Sitting in the sun

Warming my back

Oh, life is god

Life is me.