You watched her run
the bread
and butter knife
along
her inner arm
blunt blade
gesture only
enough to give
the nurses
something
to think about something
to make them
take the knife away
and sigh or curse
beneath breath
she walked about
the locked ward
in her light blue
nightgown
no shoes
or socks
or stockings
sometimes she’d search
through the men’s drawers
for razor blades
or something sharp
no doing
you said
I’ve looked already
she said
heard you tried
to string yourself up
in the john?
had those damn nurses
wetting themselves
and banging
on the locked door
and god
how they nigh
wet their panties
with it all
she said
almost managing
a small smile
bags
under her eyes
her pale skin
thin lips
sans lipstick
how do you think
it’ll go?
waiting
your next chance?
maybe
you said
she touched your hand
ran a finger
along the wrist
and scar
her gentle skin
setting fire
to tired flesh
then after tea
after the sandwiches
which Big Ted
brought up
from the canteen
watching
the sky
turn blue
to black
you knew
the dark was approaching
and the Black Dog back.
AFTER TEA AND SANDWICHES.
Re: AFTER TEA AND SANDWICHES.
i enjoyed the motion here....it moves along on the edge of the shadows towards impending doom, it seems...and paints mental illness in the colors of bruises....black and blue
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
Re: AFTER TEA AND SANDWICHES.
Thank you, saw. Mental illness is still not understood as well as it ought to be in this modern age.
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