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Yiska slits her thin wrist -broken glass in a bin in the ward what a find- the blood comes plentiful beautiful she reckons sitting back in the bath of water motherly and warming reddening but a nurse on duty looking to tell Yiska the doctor wanted her finds her there in the bath drifting off and blood soaked EMERGECY SUICIDE the nurse yells up the ward -locked up ward those who are mentally unstable are caged here- I am in the main lounge looking out the window snows falling some robin perches there on a branch Yiska said earlier she'd make it out of here one way or the other there's a rush of nurses and a quack follows up half way through -I'm guessing- his breakfast there's egg yoke at the side of his mouth poor Yiska so depressed no way out she told me but I guess watching the brave robin sitting there that there is if you look really hard to get out out somewhere.
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
A SUICIDE TRY 1971.
Up at dawn I wander to the lounge: Yiska's there standing by the window, curtains drawn, looking out at the snow. The other patients are still asleep or drugged up. I walk up behind her hold her waist. O it's you, she utters, thought it might be Beatle John Lennon. He couldn't make it he asked me to come instead, I whisper. Second best, she replies, couldn't sleep? Not that much, I reply, are you down for the old ECT? I'm told so, she utters. So am I, I tell her. I look out at the snow still falling, kiss her neck. She turns and kisses me on the lips. How's your wrist? I ask her. ****** sore, she tells me. Well you did go cut it twice over, I utter. You can't speak so have you, she replies. She lights up cigarettes for us both, and we go and sit down on the old white sofa. We could here, but the nurse might see us, Yiska says, just our luck bit like the ECT room last time. That was close, I whisper, be funny in that room today, us almost in the throws of having *** on one of the narrow beds in there. Yiska smiles, almost caught; wonder what she'd have said if she had caught us there. Hard to think but the look on her face, I tell her. We sit there smoking in silence now, snow falling softly down on the trees and the ground.
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
FALLING SOFT 1971.
It is dark early dawn I can't sleep so wander from my bed on the men's dormitory to the lounge passing by the night nurse who's sitting in her room writing up her report can't you sleep? she calls out I walk back to her door and peer in no I can't thought I'd go to the lounge have a smoke watch the snow falling down did you now? aren't you on sleeping pills? still wake up I tell her she muses looks at me have to see if the doc will increase the dosage she replies then Yiska comes behind puts her arms around me early bird she whispers kisses my neck soft warm lips not you too the nurse says have to see the doctor about both of you two put Benny down Yiska go and sit in the lounge and cool off both of you the nurse says so we do wander up to the lounge and go stand by the large lounge window watch the snow coming down on the trees and the grounds below us and the fields beyond that how calming it all looks Yiska says like a big Christmas card I reply we light up cigarettes and stand there holding hands two lost souls on the bridge of a slow sinking ship removing cigarettes then kissing with passion lip to lip.
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
LIP TO LIP 1971.
The psychiatrist had just left. Nima sat in a chair by the window staring out. Where were you this weekend? A voice said from the doorway. Nima turned, and saw her mother standing there, stiff in her black dress suit, hair permed to a neat pile. Out with a friend, Nima said. Her mother entered the side ward. Which friend? Her mother said. You don't know them, Nima said. Them more than one? The mother said, walking around the small ward, eyeing her daughter, taking in the thinness, paleness. A friend, one singular, Nima said, looking away, avoiding her mother's stern stare. Male or female? the mother said, her voice stiff and hard. Nima sighed. Does it matter? They let you out with just a friend? The mother stood opposite her daughter; I will asked what they think they are doing letting you with just anyone. He's not just anyone, Nima said, he's from the church, he's helping me. Her mother raised an eyebrow. Where did you stay? Nima sighed, some place for church people, Nima said, quiet place. I know when you lie, her mother said, where did you really go? Nima stood up, and walked away from her mother. Aunt's place while she's away, Nima said. Who did you sleep with? The mother said. Nima gazed at her mother, a friend, she said, someone I like, and who cares about me. The mother sat down and sighed, I hope he does, her mother replied.
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May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
FOUND OUT 1967.
Yiska said the whole scene stank I don't want to be stuck in the locked ward another day my bandaged wrist stings like hell she said the big nurse eyed her the radio was playing some Beatles' song come walk with me I said away from the others so we walked along the passage along by the showers and bathroom and cupboards for sheets and such slept badly she said groans and moans of others that Scots woman jabbering the night the night nurse doing **** all about her just saying it's her alcohol wanting its feed I held her hand she squeezed it if there was a place I would right now just ******* do it I wasn't sure if she meant *** or slitting her other wrist or maybe both we came to a locked door and turned around and walked back again a nurse came to us where are you two going? she asked Hell and back Yiska said she gazed at our joined hands where were you two last night? she said sleeping in our beds I guess I said you weren't there when I looked she said Yiska said nothing but peered past her best get back to the lounge breakfast will be brought up soon she said she turned and walked off I gazed at her swaying walk the black and white uniformed behind holding my eyes we parted hands as we entered the lounge her hand fell by her side I sat by her on the sofa and waited for breakfast to come listening to the radio and the other patient's soft hum.
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
SOFT HUM 1971.