Nima stares at the ward.
Nima wants to cause a scene.
She wants to raise hell.
The few nurses on duty
are not busy.
They're stuck in
an office yakking.
If she'd been sick
in the body and not
in the head or wasn't
a druggie they'd
be all over her
like sick of a baby.
Since she's backslided
and got a hit
from some idiot
she's on watch now
and not allowed out
except in the grounds.
She ***** on a cigarette
and inhales on it.
Watches the laughing nurses
in the office.
If she was able
she'd lock
the ******** in.
She walks along
the small area of grass
outside peering in.
She's no one to talk to.
The other patients
**** her off.
Talk nonsense.
She's one of the few
druggies on the ward
the others are mental cases.
Jewel's ok.
She's a manic depressive.
Gives her cigarettes.
Talks to her
in a deepness
she can almost drown in.
On a bad day
Jewel'll not talk at all
but sit staring at a wall
or lay in bed
with a blanket
over her head.
Jewel talks of ECTs.
She sees them take her off
sometimes and then
she's gone sometime
and comes back
dreary eyed and moody.
Nima wants a hit or ***
or something to break
the monotony.
Benedict said he'd come.
She waits for him.
She watches for him
at visitors time.
The few visitors that come
could fill a telephone box.
She wants him to come.
Wants him.
They had a quickie once
in a small room off
the side corridor.
Uncomfortable but good.
She peers in the ward.
A few visitors arrive
and stroll in
and some bring flowers
or chocs or nothing.
Benedict arrives
and sees her outside
and comes out to her.
Wasn't sure if you'd come
she says.
Said I would
he says.
He hands her a packet
of cigarettes
and a Mars bar.
She stuffs them
in the pocket
of her dressing gown.
They talk.
Walk on and around
the small area.
The nurses watch them.
She knows they're
being watched.
It makes her feel
wanted in an odd way.
She kisses him.
They kiss.
Her hand around
his waist her
the other hand
holding a cigarette.
He hugs her close
one hand
touching her behind.
They kiss again.
Clouds darken. Sky fills.
Looks miserable.
Looks like rain.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC
Nima stares at the ward.
Nima wants to cause a scene.
She wants to raise hell.
The few nurses on duty
are not busy.
They're stuck in
an office yakking.
If she'd been sick
in the body and not
in the head or wasn't
a druggie they'd
be all over her
like sick of a baby.
Since she's backslided
and got a hit
from some idiot
she's on watch now
and not allowed out
except in the grounds.
She ***** on a cigarette
and inhales on it.
Watches the laughing nurses
in the office.
If she was able
she'd lock
the ******** in.
She walks along
the small area of grass
outside peering in.
She's no one to talk to.
The other patients
**** her off.
Talk nonsense.
She's one of the few
druggies on the ward
the others are mental cases.
Jewel's ok.
She's a manic depressive.
Gives her cigarettes.
Talks to her
in a deepness
she can almost drown in.
On a bad day
Jewel'll not talk at all
but sit staring at a wall
or lay in bed
with a blanket
over her head.
Jewel talks of ECTs.
She sees them take her off
sometimes and then
she's gone sometime
and comes back
dreary eyed and moody.
Nima wants a hit or ***
or something to break
the monotony.
Benedict said he'd come.
She waits for him.
She watches for him
at visitors time.
The few visitors that come
could fill a telephone box.
She wants him to come.
Wants him.
They had a quickie once
in a small room off
the side corridor.
Uncomfortable but good.
She peers in the ward.
A few visitors arrive
and stroll in
and some bring flowers
or chocs or nothing.
Benedict arrives
and sees her outside
and comes out to her.
Wasn't sure if you'd come
she says.
Said I would
he says.
He hands her a packet
of cigarettes
and a Mars bar.
She stuffs them
in the pocket
of her dressing gown.
They talk.
Walk on and around
the small area.
The nurses watch them.
She knows they're
being watched.
It makes her feel
wanted in an odd way.
She kisses him.
They kiss.
Her hand around
his waist her
the other hand
holding a cigarette.
He hugs her close
one hand
touching her behind.
They kiss again.
Clouds darken. Sky fills.
Looks miserable.
Looks like rain.
A GIRL IN A MENTAL WARD IN 1967.
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