(Don't know what to name this piece since this was written a long time ago during my 4 years of high school assuming senior year by how the piece of paper looks. This thing has seen better days hidden, but feeling like this can be put on here)
The taste of freshly-picked strawberries on her lips drove me crazy. Her intoxicating perfume blinding my senses, but she only appears in the late hours of the night in the form of a dream. Waking up each morning with the feeling of her lips lingering on my skin.
I started to ask myself lately "Why do I have to be tortured by the appearance of my lover from a past life?" my dreams started to feel like purgatory, but why is something I may never know. Slowly I close my eyes, hoping I see someone or something else. It happens out of my control.
Each night being different. One night could take me to the 1600s, the next could be the 1940s during WWII. I always seem to find her in all those dreams as I woke up screaming. I was just losing my own self and sanity.
The asylum doctor has tried it all. Even the things they no longer can do. Even through the shocks, I still her her. She's behind me in the mirror now as I go in a corner of my padded cell as the nurses threw me in there. I used to scream about how I'd see her next to me as they'd sigh and inject this oddly colored liquid into my veins, my sight going black.
Why did I kill her all those years ago when we were high school sweethearts even though she never really took notice in me until she felt like she got Stockholm syndrome. The memory of her ending herself etched in my mind forever as I'm trapped in this wretched place I've started to call a home.
- The end -
Note: So when I wrote this I feel like I had been looking at videos of abandoned ayslums and just abandoned exploration things since I feel like padded rooms wouldn't have any mirrors or anything now a days, it would be empty and simply be as the room is called: padded all around to avoid injuries. but there is a picture through an external link that I came across which I feel fits what my mind at the time was thinking
This is from a site of a person who would document abandoned places through both text and photographs; recording their transformations through time before they are demolished. It appears they focused in the abundance of asylums and psychiatric hospitals in the New England area. I feel like the picture of the padded cell is the closest thing to what my 14/15 - 18 year old mind was processing at the time of writing this since there isn't a date on this piece of paper to determine my age when having written this particular piece. Hope you guys like this piece and adios till the next piece I plot out randomly
External link for mobile users if you are not using a pc/laptop for reading since the link I mention is not visible in app: https://opacity.us/image4873_padded_room.htm#!get=comments
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