“you can look at me now,” she says
meanwhile I finish my task
“may I help you?” I finally ask
“I’m on the edge of…” she answers…
trails off…
“what can I do for you,” I press
she gives me her name
I should know the request
(and I do)
“just two today?” I ask,
already a little too cruel
“which two?” she insists
“buspirone
(anti-anxietal)
and Wellbutrin XL
(anti-depressant),” I smile in reply
noting she isn’t picking up her Geodon
(anti-psychotic)
“be precise,” she chides, “ALWAYS…”
“be precise” she whispers
“oh, I-“ I’m interrupted
“do you know what this says?” she scolds
using her finger to underline a word written in
glitter on her shirt
“uh… I…” I stumble
“royalty,” she assists.
“I’m a princess,” she reinforces
“this building,” she continues
“all mine,” she concludes
“oh… well…I…” stumbling further
“whole fucking place,” she clarifies
“oh… um… I…” all the while smiling
“just give me my drugs,” she demands
“just sign here… and here…” I instruct
“thank you and have a nice day,” I conclude
beaming, relishing the moment
“[mumble] [mumble] burn,” she warns?
“[mumble] everyone [mumble]…” she plants
walking away, returning to her own world:
remote
detached
a thin line chaining it to ours
she fades
I’d probably have more sympathy for the insane
if they weren’t so amusing to me
God I suck at my job
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Submission Name: burn
