heaven in madness

i thought i’d found heaven in madness

and fashioned godliness out of my own

ashes.

perhaps i knew, then, that this was merely the limitations of a mind made warped and wild;
though they praise the poets for dying
and saints are made from gas-laden corpses
i am no plath. i am no woman bound to die by the noose of my own hands.
may i be mad, mad, and live.
i will love my madness. some day, it may be all i have. 

– t.bennett

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