Electoconvulsive thereapy (ECT)

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Aftershock

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Skylight, shocking blue, while moonlight, golden hued,

The crescent moon was a boomerang laughing,

Thrown from angels hiding within the darkness.

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Night superimposed daylight;

It was a time during bleak December.

I was a stolen spirit, whisked away within a chariot- red strobes beaming.

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I could hear the sirens screaming.

I played “hide and seek” with Venus in the sky.

Shock inundated my brain that night,

With hope to set me running free again.

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I heard the slamming of a door,

The chattering of voices in the hall,

And the sound of fists pounding upon the wall.

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The moon was wailing outside the picture window.

Shooting stars mirrored the pain gnawing at my heart.

I have fallen through a crevice, and become a stolen spirit.

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My heart played a game with love and lost.

I never knew, though, what love truly meant.

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Skylight, shocking blue, while moonlight, golden hued,

That night shock waves were arrows through my gut,

A javelin thrown through my brain.

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That night I was a stolen spirit,

Swept away by strangers.

I saw stars reflecting in the tears that filled my eyes.

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Fists pounded upon the wall,

And footsteps echoed within the hall.

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The moonlight was brighter that the fluorescent lighting within this room.

Something happened late that night,

Or in the very early morning.

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The man- in the moon made eye contact with me and questioned-

But I could remember nothing.

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Claudia Krizay

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