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Ward 7. And so the pen rested, with no more thoughtless memories or ill-formed metaphors left to bleed out through its tip and onto t..

I've written pages, upon pages, trying to rid you from my bones.

(italicized parts are memories manifested in dreamscape)

I'm wandering, Barefoot through a day That’s never belonged to me. A stream of consciousness, Or lack of that which should b..

“When my eyes go blank, The bomb likes to drop down And just sit in the middle of my forehead, As innocuously as only a bomb ..

Pennsylvania. Elspeth awoke in a wheelchair, in a hallway lined with bulletin boards of letters and pictures; she felt actual carpe..

on the ward. It hit her all at once, like a bottle rocket exploding in her face the moment she heard the wired door shut and lock behin..

night.Mary Anne led them down the hall. The left wall was lined with doors; the right with only more purple wall paper. As she passed, Elspeth p..

morning on ward 7. As soon as Sharon turned the lights on in the morning, Elspeth could feel it burning even behind her eyelids. She ref..

Bones sinking like stones, all that we've fought for, all here in our beautiful world.