Monday, November 3, 2008

Asylum - Cassandra Kaul

Asylum

The vaulted glass atrium
and daisies greeted me.
With the sun shining
in my eyes,
I checked in.

Rich green walls were broken
up by soft, cotton blue
pants and worn white slippers
brushed along the wooden floors.

I didn’t see
their faces. I was too afraid
to look up and see
smiling faces as I sat down.

She sat down and I
looked up for a moment too long. Her young face
was all smiles. She seemed so happy.
A far cry from the broken woman she was.

Years of fighting and drugs had torn
us apart, and three months
at the asylum had made
her whole again.

The nurse came by and handed
her the cup,
with her little pills
to match her pants,
and my eyes.

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