Category: Schizophrenia

Admitting the day eyes barely open,crack-beaming light. My pillow, still damp,adheres to my cheek, too profane to breakits clinging hold. It’s cold, or is it justthe knowledge that waking brings? The chatterthat I can’t tear down the stairs to escapeis here and there’s no electric, but there’sonly eggs for breakfast. Eggs or tepidcoffee that it…