The Psychiatrist Baby Grand Therapy


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for years

she played his Baby Grand

Therapy

stuck in the corner
of the room
teeth polished smile
beckoned
the therapist question
Can you play?

He notes n nods
In a waste paper basket
sometimes
falling asleep
as snorted lines
bleeds out his nose
SCREAMS of
I’m alright
Don’t go outside
Leave me alone
Then
continue and play my Baby Grand
Therapy
Play me a lullaby

he falls back again
in a nodding of sleep
n after a long whiles
she’s able to leave
fingers numbed
with script

lips sealed
the reception greeting is cold
their eyes
just glass stares
Of we don’t cares
paper work signs
n perhaps a mumbled
See You Next Time.
for patient confidentiality
is doctors número rule.
Break it n
we Break you

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