Embrace the objections of rain and feel the walls sweat as they sleep, the boiler room is burgeoning.
It’s April 2023, the cruelest month where the ward is bald and bleached as the residents thrash and scream and in the lulls the flowers bleed with clung jaws and torn veins dripping.
They put wild minds in storage and rest knowing those convalescing will not be seen.
© CMR, 2023