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Hospital
Lying still
in the shroudlike dark
That oily substance
oozes from cracks in the walls
Concocting monsters
from the mundane
Up the corridor
flocks of nurses
chatter amongst themselves
Comparing notes before
dancing away from sleep's grasp
off to the next patient
Ballerina's on an
electric-wired floor
Reality's a bit skewed here
But the thin line
between sleep and wakefulness
cuts through the murk
A harsh white
torchlight
And I see
footprint shaped groves
worn into the floor
from endless pacing
The darkened outlines
of disgust, misery, self-loathing
etched into the walls
Deep scream-gorged ravines
criss-cross the ceiling above
All of these
unwanted momentos
Left behind by girls
just like
Me
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This is a poem I wrote a few years ago, when I was admitted to hospital. I was diagnosed with anorexia, had a tude forced up my nose, and then left to my own devices. I was put in the pink room, the biggest one on the ward, and the one most often empty. Only girls with eating disorders were put in there. I think the administrators thought we would band together. But they all got better and left me behind. It was lonely and when I was by myself, my mind began to wander, and with no one to check it, it began cococting monsters out of the empty beds.