Ulrika

You laugh at my fate, I'm the fool you say, who needs to be great, fly into my web, he holds my face, laughs it's all in my head, look at me he shakes, it’s a fine night today, he’ll soon be on his way, my sanctity in shreds, I’m poised but wait, to distance myself, the psychiatrist’s great, . she uses no blackmail, I catch her eye late, hands a wrinkled spread, to him she firmly states, you are alive but dead, smiles and hesitates.