dreamingshadow

I wander the empty corridors of 3am; it is only then that I truly want to scream. I want sound to be all mine, for the ghost dripping echoes to validate me. I am healing. My body is healing. I lie amongst the chatter and the piercing yelps and shrieks. Their origin remains a mystery but their emotional depths do not. I do my affirmations as the nurse loads new fluids into my drip. I am healing more every day. My eyes follow suspicious cloudy bubbles to the top. And pop. I am enough, my body is enough. The staff laugh and I dig my nails into my thigh. Across the way an old man scrapes his spoon against his bowl with such ferocity I can feel it against the bloody walls of my skull. Today I am better than I was yesterday. A sterile whitewash whirlpool. I watch the lines of the tiles spin and form a graveyard of pylons about me. I recover more and more with each breath. The sound of ughhhhh ughhhhh ughhhhh as a man drags himself across

I wander the empty corridors of 3am; it is only then that I truly want to scream. I want sound to be all mine, for the ghost dripping echoes to validate me. I am healing. My body is healing. I lie amongst the chatter and the piercing yelps and shrieks. Their origin remains a mystery but their emotional depths do not. I do my affirmations as the nurse loads new fluids into my drip. I am healing more every day. My eyes follow suspicious cloudy bubbles to the top. And pop. I am enough, my body is enough. The staff laugh and I dig my nails into my thigh. Across the way an old man scrapes his spoon against his bowl with such ferocity I can feel it against the bloody walls of my skull. Today I am better than I was yesterday. A sterile whitewash whirlpool. I watch the lines of the tiles spin and form a graveyard of pylons about me. I recover more and more with each breath. The sound of ughhhhh ughhhhh ughhhhh as a man drags himself across