As the effects of her anxiety
and Valium chaser wears off,
she surveys her surroundings with disapproval:
They're not enough jesters,
insomniacs, nor antidepressants.
Everyone remaining is huddled together
under the hot lights and continuously
loud television: Leaving her dissatisfied
and between worlds.
She's afraid.
She doesn't want to forget who to thank
on her way out.
And Death, clearly NOT her friend,
is retrieving his hook
midway through her acceptance speech.
(7/22/2013)
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