A man in a white coat came into my room
Not my old room
Or the room I had when I first
Came here
No, they gave me
A new one
With a bed
Chairs, table
A window
TV
Books to read
Almost like a home
With a door that locks from the outside
But a man came to my room
Dr. White
A time ago
I would have laughed
Dr. White
White like everything else here
But no more
My world is rational
My world is ordered
No hysterical giggling
Over nonsense anymore
This man came to my room
I said hello
It's what they expect
I asked how long I've been here
He says almost a year
But no, I say
I didn't mean the room
I meant the
Facility
He says four and I ask
Politely
For a calendar
It'd give the days
A little more sense
He agrees
He doesn't see why not
But he says I won't really need it
Well, I know that
I reply
I learned long ago
I don't need much of anything
But it'd be nice
But no, this man who came into my room
He says I'm being released
When?
Soon
Just a month or two
Because I've been
Rehabilitated
He just wanted me to know
Then the man who came into my room
Left.
YOU ARE READING
Inside the Asylum ✓
Short StoryA teenage girl murders her brother, forcing her into the local asylum. But what if she's not really crazy? One tragedy. One girl. Four white walls. Welcome to the Asylum. [a poetic short story] **Awards** 1st in Short Story - The Champ Easter Award...
