Trapped Inside the Bell Jar

Sylvie and Ted lie in a bed of false hope and betrayal in poems and prose where no one knows veracity from portrayal A suffocating madness let's the dullness settle in a manic wit, the perfect fit of grit inside her grin Trapped inside the Bell Jar skinned knees pulled to her chest Cracked, she cried and fell far too far to be addressed Her pain becomes obsession A catalyst of sorts Words explode in expressions of poisonous retorts She digs her knife into the headboard etching hearts into the wood shavings fall like paper dolls of misspent womanhood Trapped inside the Bell Jar skinned knees pulled to her chest Cracked, she cried and fell far Too far to be addressed With tape and wet tea towels sealing windows and locked doors the sad girl that things happen to dies on the kitchen floor "Please call Doctor Horder " Her note said nothing more Nick and Frieda safe and sound Behind their bedroom door Trapped inside the Bell Jar skinned knees pulled to her chest Cracked, she cried and fell far Too far to be addressed