The Hospital

Hospitalization. The food is bland. That was the first night. Beds are aligned. Like, A row of cats, all watching. My roommate told me about her. We have bars on the windows. That’s what makes it feel… Maybe a little haunted. Rows of bars, and counting. They don’t give us pencils or pens. Dangerous, dangerous things. Hospitalization…whisper…they… A hallucination stumbles by. Usually, they are graceful. Almost friendly. Tonight, he groans. I know he is a man. Hospitalization. I go inward. I’m in my bed, and that’s all. Maybe, it’s me that is haunted. I ask her about it. She can’t talk. Maybe it’s me. She groans too. They all do, sometimes. Hospitalization. It’s just me, and all the people in here. She’s picking me up tomorrow. She is. If I don’t scream, they will let me leave. I think I used to have a roommate. She was weird. She talked sometimes. Sometimes not. She was almost friendly. When I walk out the door. I decide not to tell my mom about my roommate. That’s what hospitals do to you.