Don't be like me, the girl
always devastated by the
shade of hospital colors
meant for dreaming and
dying. The wind in your
memories
becoming cold and swollen
in my coffee. The last time
you saw your best friend, or
the boy who got run over.
Olive curtains, i sigh but
the doctor comes to tell
me its alright, but to
never let you alone in a
room again, and also that
you
need
help
i try not to undertand but
the monster in me nods
while i'm busy looking at
the woman who's husband
didn't make it.