Dancing Rocket Launchers; The prisoners have no caffeine

MANIA!
Fightingfor
theprisoner's
RIGHT to CAFFEINATED BEVERAGES!
THeir eyes hollowed
greyish/ yellow
pseudo jaundiced skin

There is one without EYES
gouged out in a fit of hysteria
Rumor has it
THAT
she then ate them

The other one
's
X-RAY
REVEALED
that her stomach
contained SIXTEEEN
Batteries!

Small man
believed
Vampires stole his blood
under the guise
of testing
his
lithium
levels

The one with gout
He picked up a
CIGARETTE BUTT
and started to chew
while the manic wobbling blonde said in the chair
and said SHUTTHEFUCKUP!

Manic blonde was kinda stupid
the reason she'd come to know
these halls and rooms
as home

Old gray hair lady
listens to
Statick-y
evangalists
on dollar store radio
bad reception
it travels into her brain
and she pisses her bed in the
middle of the night
She, at times
requires four nurses.
She's a handful
She was later released
only to come back home
a few weeks later

Manic blond gets thorazine injections
becomes depressed
depression ceases
and
all that remains
is a shuffle
She was once considered attractive, intelligent
now just a shell
She'll die here, They'll never let her out
She hears too many voices
Perpetual metaphysical gun to her head and rocket launchers dance around in her heart

The place is fucking haunted!

This is how I feel sometimes

This is how I feel sometimes when my meds wear off. Nice write. I like this sort of stuff and haunted places, too. Whenever anyone tries to get a priest to bless a house and get rid of the ghosts I tell them to stop doing that because the ghosts have a right to be there, too, and make good poker players. Peace, NSF

thanks

It's kind of a true story

possessed by the spirit to share

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