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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