She woke to the sound of a quarrel,
surrounded by whitewashed narrow
walls. But they couldn’t whitewash sorrow
with a smattering of hollow words.
It was all a masquerade, this singing in Bedlam,
a one-woman parade, to escape the man
who had sprayed her life with his rotten sheen,
turned her into something obscene
to earn the price to stay alive in the scramble
of the gutter, where only rats are visible.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
Patient from London’s Bethlam Royal Hospital also known as ‘Bedlam’ taken in the 1800s by Henry Hering – image found on Pinterest
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #153