glass

on the fourth floor

of an old psychiatry ward
down a florescent hallway
in a dim corner hideaway
under covers misaligned
balled up, body and mind

a manic pixie dreamer girl

not taller than a foxglove twirled
cropped hair, bright white
scattering the light
just as her thoughts under
a swollen belly makes me wonder
a child in a child?

a screech, “let me go!”

but we attempt a rescue

four figures in barricaded white coat
but is this line an asymptote?

from a report:
she was battered, disorganized
found in an old shack
indigo of her iris hidden behind black
sky high, but only in mind’s eye
dollar signs tattooed between thighs
body bought with lies
a tale of a soul demise

at last I contact a relative

a story is relived
looking through a keyhole
her short life has taken a toll
she was once sure-fire, sensible, sharp
she loved horses

with drugs to calm we are armed forces

a couple of days pass

this girl is fragile venetian glass
could we salvage this?

“let me go, you wouldn’t know, I love him”

relentless as a wave
but we merely wish to save

I ask about the child

her grin a hint of wild
a distant gaze
then words ablaze

“let me go!”

we try to sway, we fight

but is this right?
maybe we could we get her a spot to stay?
A place all tucked away

“let me go”

but what really is all the fuss?

maybe with this rescue
we’re only soothing us