on the ninth day of Christmas, wac gave to me

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Freud says he’ll take the snakes from my hair
And I’ll be Medusa no more
Jung’ll pull the nails from my hand
Unmartryr me on the reclining couch
Diagnose me till his mouth is raw
I’m dreaming in blue and grey and shades
Of things my mother said I’d never be
All these messages and mountains
bearing the weight of years
Freud says there are snakes in my mouth
And he’ll unhitch me from my fears
Jung’ll pull the hairs from my teeth
Untie me from old rage;
I’m dreaming in blue and grey and stories
Of all the things I never wanted to be
If I could just find my footing
Among this wide and wind-swept ledge
of broken shards and forgotten words
Everything’ll come easy
Keep the snakes in my hair
And the nails in my palms
The crumbling teeth
For all I care the blood can seep
From out of every sweat-hole
and every tear duct I possess
If I could just find my footing
Between the stage-lights and the
simple naked fright, I will
Keep the nightmares close to my chest
And single out from them
the most brutal, the most bitter
the bravest and the best;




Freud says he’ll take the snakes
from out of my hair
I say leave them
they’re alright there.
Interpretation, Delilah Des Anges

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it takes two to tangle