She sat on the rick-rattle train
a train to somewhere
somewhere she did not know
Next to a man
she insisted
she did
Recalling another double decker time
a doctor's appointment?
She says that she sleeps
in men's baby blue boxers
the man
exiting the moving train
tells her he knows
that her closet is there for all to see
She finds herself
running
with the man
out past the platform
towards
an institution-castle
perhaps she worked there
at this villa on the hill
They pass through clouds
art installations flickering
with halogen fireflies
he tells her
that she drowns
in heartbreak
every five years
and she knows right then
he sees
who she really is
Pulling him
his long resisting hand
held tight
in her fine boned grip
into the back entrance
a ward
unfolds
before them
echoing
halls
tiled in
operating room
green
and
mercury vapor
finding
the cast iron bed
where they lay
it squeals and bows deep
with their breath
she tells him she loves him
and steals a kiss
he tells her he loves her
how did all this happen
the question hangs
rusting
in the damp air
He stiffens
his spine pulled taut
shoving her away
he insists he does not love her
she does not know
what she is
talking about
There is a picture
hanging on a wire
of the two of them
one he had taken
from her? years before
she is running
down that hall
the hall
where the ends
are
black
and the linoleum
wet
with
piss
A phone rings
a woman answers
saying she is waiting outside
it is our wife
she begs
do you remember?
the edges
melt
a plaster lava lamp
until the walls are heaped
onto the floor
dissolving
into a sterile
white space
the man
wears a white coat
and she
is
tugging against
the restraints
*Based on the prompt to Write into your moments of madness
*Cauchemar - (french) Nightmare
Nice twists and turns. Dark.
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