Loony Bin

Angela’s sitting behind me
braiding my hair into
two perfect pigtails.

I told her what Tucker did
and made her promise not to tell.

The always obedient Angela

I cry every couple minutes
and she’ll pet my back
and tell me it’s okay.

I find it hard to believe.

George told me it would be okay
and look where that’s gotten me.

I miss George
but he won’t come out.

I told Angela that he doesn’t want me
because I’ve been raped;
she told me not to worry about it.

“I want George to come back.”
“I want him to love me again.”

Too much has happened to me within the week,
I need the comfort of love
and of touch.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”
I turn around and look at her.

Angela’s as beautiful as can be.
her hazel eyes are wide and bright,
her normally pinned up hair is down,
allowing for silky black waves to
cascade down her shoulders and back.

Her pink lips are full and parted
and her pale skin practically glows in
the poor lighting of my room.

I need comfort
and I know what kind of comfort
I’d like.

“Kiss me?”

She looks down at my mouth
and nods.
“Okay.”

She leans forward and
her soft lips
press against mine;

the always obedient Angela.