As I sit on this high chair in this cold stainless steel laboratory
The White Coat approaches me, floating like air
I demon gliding in its domain.
But this is not the time for me to look at such things with such care
She smiles at me
Teeth brown and crooked.
Yet I give her access to my brain.
For she is the White Coat
I am the slave
Not too far from Anne’s acquaintances
Only this time the camps and chambers are built mentally
She strokes my head
Why do I feel like Gretel about to be pushed into the oven?
But it’s my mouth that is the oven
And this little pill that is my demise
A veneer so spotless
Shining, like a Barbie still displayed in her packaging
Her smile becoming more menacing
Like a beautiful Jinn
Smiling and laughing, till the nerves of others grow thin
But in the depth of her eyes you see the darkness within
The large bubbling cauldron of life’s past sins and present insecurities.
That makes her heart burn till it is crippling
all the leftover personality and light that resonates from her mind’s kitchen
Caught up in a spell that not my own.
Yet I feel my heart burn and voice and laughter grow.