A warm body , fingers brushing back hair , arms wrapped around someone tiny, face buried in the crook of his neck .
Large hands holding down a small frame , face buried in a pillow , stop , please stop, sticky white fluid, blood…… it hurts
“Post-Traumatic-Stress-disorder – ” , her eyes glance towards zig zag lines forming inflammed matrices on my wrists , ” – and severe depression ” she sighs .”What do I do with you kiddo?”
“Dunno man – ,” I shrug and continue twirling around in the comfy office chair ” -you’re the dude with a M.D and the fancy white coat, not me . ”
She laughs and leans forward to mess up my hair .
” Do you want to get admitted ?”
Twirling stops .
“Even you think I’m crazy ?”, I whine dejectedly .
“No, not crazy , just a very hurt child “,she sighs.
“Not a child “, I huff in mock anger.
Though despite that declaration of adulthood I couldn’t resist asking ” I will be allowed to bring my video games there- ”
” –and your school books too, ” she says in a teasing tone .
“Party pooper .”
Towering over , spittle flying , huge hands wrapped, tight around sylph-like bony shoulders . Panic blooms inside skinny ribs.
” You tell someone again and I’ll end you”
“I won’t , promise “
Click click click
Bleached white walls ,tilted frames ,marble tiles ,beige headboard ,navy blue sheets and sunflower curtains
A creaky fan’s torque ,
respite to my sweaty limbs.
Dslr in his large palms,
Sticky white fluid on my tiny fingers.
Aching back and bloody undies .
“Spread your legs , princess .Tilt you neck ”
as clothes scatter onto the floor ,
I fold myself into origami shapes
and he clicks clicks clicks
(pic- drawn by me)