this ain't like roach motel
check-in and you
don't check out
the place is run by angels
and she didn't have
to die to get there
salvation perhaps
with bed pans
and a sense of purpose
she knew she needed to come here
or someplace like it for years
but was scared to do
so
to let go. to give up control
to someone else only
if she didn't do it this time
she might not have survived
long enough to get
another chance
Angels greeting her
at the door
with a list of rules by which she must live by
or risk not being
able to live
this isn't judgment
nor punishment
but a cure and she
has to grip
this life preserver tightly.
she either holds it or drowns
and she come has come
so close to drowning already
she knows what it
that feels like
and doesn't want to feel that way again
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