|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
CAMHConsistently, my thoughts are gathered around coughs, slammed doors, and hidden car horns.
What do they mean?
I have vague memories of endless walking and blisters full of blood on my feet;
I'm calling my friends 'brother' and 'sister';
I'm having a seizure fertile with meaning;
I'm seeing loose theological references in my usually dry dull days, and telling everyone!
"I saw my mother's eyes go black!"
I have walked this damn 'U' shaped, tenth floor centre for weeks!
Get me out.
The puzzle of the night sky left out to be solved is unfairly missing pieces.
The smoking room is the only space where outside air gets in to us;
Pigeons fly up to check on us, and we watch the sky brighten and fade dark.
We smoke and peel back the skin of oranges carefully,
As if entire universes die in each fruit's eating.
Angels bleed over our fingers as we strip apart their sections and hand them to one another.
My mother's eyes go back.
I have dec
Keep in Touch!