Not Again

Shouting, pleasing, life's elixir left all over the floor to be mopped up by a nurse deprived of luck this shift. The ruckus after classes today was created by two morons attempting to stab one another with spoons sharpened at the ends when eyes were not watching.

This doesn't happen too often, but it's not unheard of inside the closed walls and minds of this prison. Things like this make me remember, and I'd sell my mortal soul for a moment away from the nightmares. A way to wipe clean my memory of events prior to two years ago, to start anew instead of spend my days in this corner of the world where I reside, inhumane and drained of warmth.

But K says it's better to remember everything, no matter how painful. I just nod and pretend it's fine even though she probably wouldn't be saying that if she had experienced the same thing. I can picture it now, Madam K huddled in a corner, rocking back and forth like a child in a thunderstorm.

It's a beautiful thought.

Insanity took over long ago

One should be surprised I had not gone mad from the lack of tea until recently. Such blasphemy. K does not even have a kettle and she is always confused whenever I inquire for low tea in this bland place. I have been making due with coffee overpowered by milk or creamer. She is very pleased I am taking in something, even if it's not the disgusting meat or the hard bread. I can't help it, really. My stomach just not used to such things.

"How are you today, Selina?" 

"How are you today, K?" 

"Selina, I'm the one supposed to be asking the questions here, you know this by now. Have you been eating your meals like you're supposed to? You still haven't gained much weight, sweetie."

"I've been eating, K. Maybe if you let me out more often, to feel the glorious rays of the sun and the luscious grass under my feet, I'd gain more."

"That has nothing to do with it. You shouldn't lie about your intake. The nurses tell me you rarely touch your plates."

"All the food tastes like sand, K. Why should I eat sand? There's nothing beneficial to eating sand."

You agree with me, yes? Why should I be subjected to such food? I would much rather eat manure than the vile pieces of dead animals that always brings promises of revenge and wanting to escape up my throat again later. 

Alas, they are coming back now with more pig slop. Woe is me.  Hopefully I survive this meal to post on this 'blog' again.  

At least this is much better than what I endured before.

-Selina