Everything’s white
So when you wake up you could be dreaming
Or dead,
You never really know.
Soon They are through the door.
Tiny plastic cup – ‘DRINK ME’/’EAT ME’.
Shower is a godsend
Or whatever you call it when god has forsaken you.
Stare outside
Watch a squirrel chase his tail for thirty seven minutes.
The best of the day is then over.

Fifteen minute suicide watch
They drift in slowly
Scrawling on a notebook to confirm you’re alive.
It’s creepier at night
Searchlight through the barred window
Sleep broken, empty dreams interrupted.
Then it’s morning again,
Drink me/Eat me.
Repeat.
Get well.

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