The Asylum

hers was a rough and tumble entry into this world
bright lights / white walls / hard floors
floating masks hiding hideous faces
sepia corridors hiding endless locked doors
peep holes the only hopeful escape
a gloomy life left pointlessly futile
grimy rooms / padded walls / barred windows
fated by the mother before her in a bygone time

the asylum

© Dawn Whitehand 2016

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