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It was probably me who
ran by with something
or the vacuum knocked against the hutch
marred it with a scratch
Ellen screamed as if the end had arrived
she screamed at the black abyss 
diving in 
she could not stop.
Something nasty goes inside
a worm or bug under the skin
it waits to contrive a crisis such as with the hutch
and then it howls inconsolably
unrepressed letting go 
wailing wretchedness
nothing held in reserve
oblivion.
Despairing in her bedroom
Aunt Ellen could not right herself
her sister Evelynn drove all of us where
the state hospital in Columbus
admitted her again.
In the dark aftermath
her sister our mom
drove us home
a pin-drop could be heard.