A Rose by Any Other Name by Rosary0fSighs, literature
Literature
A Rose by Any Other Name
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissocia
There was? I didn't even notice, I was too busy texting. *morbid: SHAAAME! *
I drive right on by. Not my problem.
I feel bad, but come on, what am I supposed to do? I try not to run directly over it.
I pull over and try and see if there's a gap in traffic big enough to run out and grab it. Eventually there is one, and I grab it and try and see if I can track down the owner.
I pull over and try and see if there's a gap in traffic big enough to run out and grab it. Eventually there is one, and I grab it, take whatever’s in it and chuck it. Score!