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Hell
We walked towards the gate
And what did I see
There were lots of people there
Waiting for me
They looked very strange
With hats on their heads
I wanted to run home
And hide beneath the bed
I saw them kill a chicken
I knew it was dead
It ran around like crazy
But it did not have a head
They laughed at the chicken
And it was plain to see
That I thought I was a chicken
And they were going to do that to me
Hands came out to grab me
And lay me on a board
I was in my black hole
And could not hear a word
I felt their hands upon me
His body cover mine
I felt that I was crazy
My hole couldn't protect me this time
So I went even further
Into the big black hole
And I knew that I would come
Out one day when I was old
………. Carrie
Postscript: Carrie, a participant
in our "kitchen table" research project, shared this creative expression
of survival and coping with us, in May 1999.
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