On the one and only
Bright day she attempted
To escape from the locked
Ward of the small mental
Hospital in her short
Black dress and red slippers,
With her dull black hair, long,
Untidy and unbrushed,
She was roughly wrestled
To the ground of the long
Brightly lit corridor
Outside, by some burly
Hunk of a male nurse who
Smelt of **** and as he
Pinned her down, she gazed up
Into his big brown eyes,
And saw the images
Of herself reflected
Like some broken doll or
Some beat up gangster’s moll.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 3:42 AM UTC
On the one and only
Bright day she attempted
To escape from the locked
Ward of the small mental
Hospital in her short
Black dress and red slippers,
With her dull black hair, long,
Untidy and unbrushed,
She was roughly wrestled
To the ground of the long
Brightly lit corridor
Outside, by some burly
Hunk of a male nurse who
Smelt of **** and as he
Pinned her down, she gazed up
Into his big brown eyes,
And saw the images
Of herself reflected
Like some broken doll or
Some beat up gangster’s moll.
POEM COMPOSED 2009 CIRCA. BASED ON REAL EVENTS
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