This document appears to be a stream-of-consciousness narrative depicting a woman in the midst of a mental breakdown as she rocks back and forth in a corner. She is experiencing delirious thoughts and dark dreams, as well as physical and emotional agony. References are made to a "bad man" and someone making a call, suggesting she was abused and institutionalization is imminent. In her deteriorating state, she alternates between crying, screaming, and laughing hysterically as she continues rocking and cracks up completely.

1. Knock, Knock…Who’s There?
she knows she knows
company is coming
exhausted chuckles
excruciating stinging
red rimmed eyes
delirious and fetal
mumbling mumbles
dark dreams real
a shrieking laugh
an insane cackle
company is coming
rage frenetic fingers
twist sweat soaked hair
into balled up fists
rocking rocking
deathly pale
bad man a bad man
not anymore
smashing wallops
one-two one-two
a burst of howling
a giggle a moan
crazy huddled naked
all bunched up
in the corner
hugging salt-water knees
whimpering tears
misery misery
let them flow
let them flow
a harpy’s madness
sickened sickening
sick sick sick
company is coming
to cozen her
cozen her
tricky trick trick
they try and try
hammer away
can’t fight it
don’t fight it
too much pain
horrific agony
gaining ground
a banshee’s screech
crying screaming
demented deranged
no good no good
he made the call
he made the call
sold her soul out
shouted her soul out
pummel and clout
hysterical fury
breaking the world
breaking her mind
venom finally free
she finally let go
quaking upheaval
glint of steel
all that time rocking
rocking rocking
he called them
he called them
before he died
company is coming
for the umpteenth time
to transport her
with a butterfly net
white coats white coats
insidious white coats
and manacles
she is no neophyte
no tyro no novice no colt
no catechuman either
rocking rocking
cracking up
crackle crack
all crackled up
wave bye-bye
beautiful savage
frenzy dissipates
ravaged rasping
god is alive and chortling
he’s living in hell
a lunatic’s ecstacy
coursing through her
company is coming
to change her to fix her
nope nothin’ wrong here
dead hearts don’t beat
heal her cure her
save her stave her
scorning his breathing
insipid obsolete
no miracles no miracles
no mirage of salvation
there is no antidote
no none never at all
not for penny nor dollar
fighting for nothing
no chance no chance
company is coming
she laughs and laughs