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Loony Bin
Sixty Two
Angela is gone
George is gone
Tucker is gone
I have no one
I have no one
I have no one.
My breath is quickening
and my heart is pounding
and I feel like I’m about to die.
My nails dig into my skin
scratching
and scratching
trying to rip out whatever
sadness that consumes me.
Nurses are strapping me to my bed
making me scream at them
kick at them
bite at them.
Why are they trying to stop me?
Aren’t they supposed to help me?
Can’t they see that I’m only
trying to kill whatever is hurting me?
George is gone
Tucker is gone
I have no one
I have no one
I have no one.
My breath is quickening
and my heart is pounding
and I feel like I’m about to die.
My nails dig into my skin
scratching
and scratching
trying to rip out whatever
sadness that consumes me.
Nurses are strapping me to my bed
making me scream at them
kick at them
bite at them.
Why are they trying to stop me?
Aren’t they supposed to help me?
Can’t they see that I’m only
trying to kill whatever is hurting me?
♠ ♠ ♠
Still trying to decide how to end the story.