Three Days at Cleo

THREE DAYS AT CLEO

Bright lights and cold showers
Living in my worst
Fear
(Or my familys?)
Pills and scars
Cover strangers arms
I wonder if they look at mine.

Somewhere that if
You're something between
Hushed and lous
You'll get points
And, if you're a good girl,
You get a brownie.

Sheltered children
Who aren't always so
Dragged off to a QR
When memories of how their
Mother cut them, surface
and explode in a rage.

Everything's so slow
An oblivious, numb stroll to recovery
Sleepy eyes can't
Watch the road...
Especially on Prozac.
Half-time shows of "violent behavior"
And 18 year-olds screwing during "roomtime"
Life in here can't prepare us
To go back ro real.

-But it IS real.-

How to explain saturates my mind
Blurs my reaction
To "No Discharge."