LOOKS MISERABLEA Poem by Terry CollettA GIRL IN A MENTAL WARD IN 1967Nima 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 sucks on a cigarette and inhales on it. Watches the laughing nurses in the office. If she was able she'd lock the b******s in. She walks along the small area of grass outside peering in. She's no one to talk to. The other patients piss 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 sex 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. © 2015 Terry Collett |
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Added on April 13, 2015 Last Updated on April 13, 2015 Tags: GIRL MENTAL WARD, 1967, BOY, DRUGS AuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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