Waves of thunder collide inside our lungs nurses hold canisters of pills to light delicate between finger and thumb, jewelers appraising pearls. A hard shake held up beside the nape, with baited hush assess how many days we’ll be imprisoned here. Shells pressed against walls with ears - strain for the sound of the sea, salt air, the rush of freedom it takes blood to hear. We pull hooks from our bodies, cast them back to the dark like mermaid scales and purses. Sea debris haloes our feet carapace of drowned souls, scattered drift wood crosses, lost possibilities. We see white cascade into a cup like so many stars thrown across the night. Petals and ashes on a grave of water teeth shaken out of our skulls, crabs scuttling to escape crab pots. Our hands quake as we stretch them out, naked pain. Lightning strikes in pulses that tattoo lines across our skin. We are sailors weathered from red storms, waged within. White fire licks our feet, ebbs and creeps back like foam.
I waa in the hospital during a family session i attacked my mom akd therapist cause i was mad i got caught self harming which i did the day before. So we fought. In my bedroom. Cause i had the session in my bedroom. Cause it was in person and my room was in front of the nurses station so yeah. And we fought in my room amd then staff run in my bedroom. And i some how got in the hall way. And staff asked me " you can come by force or come free well to seclusion" i said i wasnt moving so they called a code and i was put in a wrap which is a restaint thats like a burrito and then they carried me to seclusion my mom watched the whole thing expec
The Locked Wards [Reworked] by Rosary0fSighs, literature
Literature
The Locked Wards [Reworked]
Statistics written in skin
naked and sick,
lips hung with words but
hollow of expression.
There is no softening the medicine
trickling into bone.
Dream lucid or speak insane,
mad tones lost to effortless hands
guiding your skeleton to a locked room.
Bound in white
breathing in the scent of stars and faded galaxies
gauze and Betadine and
decaying souls, light already gone.
The florid notes of hope
linger in doorways
ground shut on the back stairs
a two-at-a-time descent.
Pills trespass fairy weights on her tongue
a cloying sweetness rich and thick that is darkness embodied.
Blue sheets billow out their sails and go nowhere -
they moor their