THE ASYLUM

WIND BLOWS INSIDE THE ASYLUM
I AM INSIDE GETTING HIGH.
A CREATURE APPEARS FROM NOWHERE
I HAVE NOWHERE TO HIDE.

AS THE ELASTIC SNAPS I FEAR IT WILL EAT ME
MY JUGULAR PULSATES AT LIGHT SPEED.
AS THE WIND BLOWS THROUGH THE ASYLUM HALLS
I HAVE NOT WHAT I NEED.

A DASHING BUT STARTLED MAN SWEEPS BY
LIKE A JET,HIS PRESENCE EXHAUSTINGLY FLOORS ME
I COULD COUNT THE RATS RUNNING BY ON THE FLOOR
I DO NOT HAVE THE TIME.

(ANOTHER GUST)

WIND BLOWS DOWN THE ASYLUM
I AM EITHER DEAD OR FREE, I EXCLAIM
THE NURSES DID NOT MAKE IT, THEIR WARD WAS WINDSWEPT
A MAN SITTING NEXT HAS A DUST ALLERGY.

I PUSH OFF THE RUBBLE AND BEGIN TO MOVE
GENTLE AS I GO I FEEL I AM BEING FOLLOWED
THE GHOSTS AND GHOULS WHO DIED HERE BEFORE
PERSIST AND TWIST AROUND ME, I AM TRAPPED.

KNAWING AT MY FLESH AND BONES
PEELING AWAY THE SCABS ENTIRELY
THOSE MENTAL ILLNESS SCARS I DEALT WITH IN
THE ASYLUM THAT WIND BLEW AWAY.