Mens Rea.

Maizie Anderson

Among the vast Labyrinth that is held in my Cranium, there is a ball and chain with wings, ready to fly away at a moment's notice, with my legs bound to the metal cuff, forever gripping my cigarette legs.

Though I am existing in fact and not merely in alternate reality, I am incarcerated mentally, thoughts reverberating in the ‘so-called’ precious chamber that is my Cranium of pernicious thought ring leaving me in a state of cognitive disarray.

Beginning to meader the Labyrinth with the weight of the ball and chain, the connection with reality fades and distorts leaving the gyre of perdition that I bestowed upon myself tightening as does the collar around my ankle and it flies, I fly, with the weight of the ball and chain behind me.

My thoughts like an obligated t h i n g Governing my encephalon with the grip of a dictator, and yet the and is mine.