spent a few weeks in St. E's,
we fended
for ourselves
for awhile.
the last kid came out hard
and wrecked
her for good.
sent her down the deep
hole
of depression.
things would change though
when she came
back home.
her wrists in white
bandages.
her mood no longer blue.
they put her back
together somehow.
with tape and meds,
some sort of
psychiatric glue.
soon she was back to
doing what she did best.
pretending that all was
well.
helping us through
this day,
and then the next.
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