These early days of fall
Have been hazy in the
Soured stench of hospital beds
And linens never meant to be my own,
Muscle-sick in a ruffly skirt,
I’ve watched nurses and doctors
Examine my piss, poke and prod
The parts of me I’ve always hid diligently,
Tasted the wicked hangover
Of bitter antidepressants,
Those misguiding liars in assorted
Skittle-candy colors that dangle
An aspired happiness before my eyes.
I have watched cars leap past
My curtained window, so much life
Whizzing down this two-way side street.
Then me, trapped in a dead space
Between anxious psychosomatics
And the strangled smile I seem
To have placed on a hanger
In the closet, along with my favorite dress,
The one I’ll wear on a September date
With my girl, all pumpkin-orange
And smelling of something
Like caramel and ciderOnce I’m finally feeling better.
Written for a prompt at Magpie Tales.
**I wrote this because for the last month, I have been sick, yet again! Which would explain my lack of activity here. First the flu/bronchitis thing. Then an intestinal/bladder issue for which nothing 'worrisome' was found by a urologist. Now I must see another specialist to try and see what the issue is. It goes without being said that I'm exhausted and fed up with it all. But I'm keeping my eyes on the sky and hoping it was only an aggravation from the antibiotic I had a few weeks ago. :/