'The Theatre of Illness', 'On Psychosis', 'Infinite'

| By Nicolette Clara |

THE THEATRE OF ILLNESS

constructed set up

laying here exposed in a dark room

living in a photograph

cut up and spliced

developing as a negative

on room floor

suffering art with wet wounds

the perfect patient

pristine model in clinical white

a pierrot in cold linen

ON PSYCHOSIS

Cotard’s seedlings sowing growing wild

never listen to the wind blowing whispers

you are not dead

organs are living

breathing organisms

organising

you are not empty

just sensing so, the

repetitive

absence

of feeling

hearing voices trickling in

inanimate objects

to restore reality’s breath

let the horror blow away

reality has been robbed from the skull and a crystal white room

closes

INFINITE ∞

sickbed, a new cell

sanctuary & confinement

I try to stir myself a good life

but the whirlpool pushes

against me and my hand

fighting against the pull

coiled hair falls on the pillow

in the shape of a double spiral

looped

sacred geometry in double helix

time runs & runs

moving as though limbed

I curl into this body