Catherine’s mother had spent the last years of her life in this very room at Pennhurst Asylum, before she ended it all and left Catherine utterly alone.

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**They said she had arrived at the Ward looking into some family history, but then very quickly had gone mad, tormented by night terrors and “the Faceless Woman.” **

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**Bitter and Angry, Catherine wanted to - needed to- know what truly ...

Hey Listen,

I’m not really sure

What a “poetic genre”

might be considered.

But know,

The cadence with which I write

Is a voice cool, calm, collected

-at least in my own mind.

And I know

What They say,

That It takes hard work,

patience and Preservernce

to be great

But hey,

I think it also takes

personal grace,

Courage and

education.

No, not a degree,

No fancy pedigree.

But educa...

Sweating, I look down at my husband’s strained face. If I don’t do something NOW he won’t make it. But my mask has been torn away, and if I fly any closer to him, he will see me.. he will recognize me as the monster that I am and he will never look at me the same way again.. he may never forgive me.

It’s a risk that I can’t afford to consider. I throw my arms to my side and rotate my body into a...