in the book, "The Yellow Wallpaper"
driven insane by the never-changing view
as if trapped in a photograph.
She lies in the soft grave of the bed
toxic thoughts swirling in her head
wearing a mask for the world
to hide the torments in her soul.
The pills halt the panic but cannot
free her from the mist of melancholia,
beauty not enough to dispel
the "Furies" forcing her...to Hell.