Repudiate

Gray walls, pristine furnishings and rules printed on paper stapled across the ceiling infest the confines of room 3-15-14-20-19-15-12.

Insolent Oppresor

“You are not your words.” I’ve admitted that I’m lost. It’s not a new feeling. I’m staggering through a painfully familiar hallway and grasping on to little strings of endeavors to keep me from falling flat on my face, kissing the cool hardwood of comfort and complacency. I’m not lost. I know exactly where […]

Quetiapine Fumarate

In front of room 13-05, its great door painted a deep green, I peered through the square window and through the haze created by my shaky breath into a well-lit room. I caught a glimpse of my friend I had a conversation with this morning and with a catch in my breath, I checked to […]