Prose The early stuff (ASH)
Welcome Mat
New girl on the unit, Jasmine
Big as a house, 22 years old
Former patient like way back
All the way to the youth units
Here at ASH
Has for several nights now
Required
Security responses.
She is big,
She could throw me through a wall.
Technician
senses peril when what he is really
afraid of his own vulnerability; his weakness in terms of being trusted
and all that is implied, he coats most everything in sugary melted nods
of his head when what he is really doing is parlaying with his
inablility to say no without fearing he would be incorrect. why did he
warn us of things not real? why did he need to us fear the other
patients? why not let us learn to trust who we can and leave the rest to
gravity? he clearly did not need, in fact, to protect us in that
way, we've never heard of a single patient running behind a staff
member and smashing in their head with rocks, he knew all along it was
him and his kind, the coward.
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