White walls.
Straight jacket.
No windows.
cough
****, this place is bland.
Purple liquids.
Veins more blue.
Cuts healed.
sneeze
****, where am I?
Walls still white.
Still in a straight jacket.
Still no windows.
coughs again
****, this place is still bland!
More purple liquids.
More blue viens.
You can barely see my cuts--
sneezes again
****, I'm still here?

More days pass,
It feels like eternity.
I can't even
Eat without them
Thinking I'm going to
Open my cuts with a
Plastic knife.

I look at the salt less corn and
Sigh.
Will I ever leave my
Thoughts?