Sterile Rooms

She says,
“Don’t you like to
walk into a place
that’s nice?” I think
of the kiddie psych hospital where
I was committed at sixteen.
We’d peel the gummy paint
off the walls,
draw on the faux-wooden cupboards.
“Don’t you want to walk
away?”

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s