White Nightdress

Hanging from the floor

with nowhere to go.

White nightdress limp

on broken frame.

 

Memories singing sweet nightmares

of reality.

 

Images of white rooms

with white walls

and white doctors

flood the white mind.

 

They took her in,

the girl –

the rag doll.

 

They filled her with pills

till giddy delight

was forced upon

an exhausted body.

 

White

she remembers.

White.

 

She was the blackboard

and now she is the chalk.

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4 thoughts on “White Nightdress

  1. Hi there! ๐Ÿ™‚ I found your blog through drewdog’s reblog of your poem and I wasn’t reading right and gave Kevin the comment instead of commenting here lol *sigh* OK now that the embarrassment is out of the way, what I meant to share with you was,

    Wowโ€ฆa dark place for so much white. Not gonna lie this was intense for me yet I still enjoyed reading it! Well done! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Cheers! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Cavelle

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