One dives deep and not come up
knowing this, the shift commences
peeling off bodies whilst walking the hall’s cold linoleum floor with the accusing and growling rodents beneath. ,
The master key that jangles and cools a back pocket opens all doors
whist residents barely hold theirs to their only room housing
toiletries, a stuffed toy, a mound of clothes dirty and cleaned intermingling,
mouldy mattresses, stained and broken furniture.
Yes the women who love each other
have been taught to do otherwise,
divided when manipulated, neglected and left bereft
walking ghosts wishing to fit in with the dead.
How the medication men squirm when
safely housed these women are sensuous in each other’s arms.