Rehab Stories: Wailing down the Hall

In and outJunky 14
To my skin
It whispers
Of a million
“Grab a pen,”
It says,
“Let me help you
Then catalogue
Them all.”
And somewhere on the brink of sleep
A lonely, haunted banshee
Goes wailing down the hall

If it wasn’t for
These tubes and wires
I’d raise my fingers
To wipe this flop sweat
From my face
The resident succubus
To brush her lips
Against my neck
Then turns
Her back on me
It must be her
I hear all night
Wailing down the hall

Was that you
Who came
To visit me?
Or were you
Just a dream?
I can taste
Your disappoint
In me

As if it were
A mint
The nurses here
Are taunting me
With cigarettes
I’ll never smoke
When suddenly
It dawns on me
That every night
And all along
It’s been
My voice
I hear
Wailing down the hall

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