asylum

it was a moment where you remembered everything at once, it was as if your heart was like a headphone in the ears of a deaf old lady who's got alzheimer, the notes played a picture where yoou got stabbed by love,
twice in the chest and one in the guts, iridescent bruises, a headstand and then a dive back into dank forgetfulness,
the hand had five fingers and three popped veins, a plastic catheter, bandages and red meant things were in the wrong position,
grey curtains and then too much light, darkness and then bliss, grey curtains bleached by too many discussions where you had reason but you were never happy.