Hillary Adams 

I Unravel. 

I unravel.

Stripped of my armor,
Bare like winter’s branches.
His fingers upon my forehead,
Crooked sticks and calluses.

I unravel.
The beeps and hum of the hospital machine,
A march to my awakening.

Peeled back and broken,
She is stronger than she thought.
His fingers upon her forehead,
Twisted straight jacket knots.

I unravel.