Prose: Thank God for the NHS
Ferdinand Keller - Selene thrown down by Argus(1886) |
Mother Mary Magdalena-
your song was cut short the moment you told a wild man you loved him. No Tengboche monastery here. No red earth to walk on. Only the academics saw you.
So who saw me. Who cut through my glass walls? Koyaanitsqatsi, I will sing louder than solomon, than sheba. Koyaanitsqatsi, I screamed it, I stripped, I supervised when no one else was looking. I was cared for, cared for, looked after by the scottish and the londoners.
Thank god for the NHS.
I HAVE NO ASYLUM NOW. The world is my cake and I will savour it as long as I live.
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