kaitie: psych ward poetry (i)

kaitie combs her hair quietly;

it’s not so quiet in her head

no, it’s loud

like the ocean waves

as they shatter against the shoreline

she swallows pills to flush the crabs from her bones

but still they scuttle

where she wishes instead flowers would grow

one day

kaitie‘s gonna wake up

and smell springtime

instead of salt

daisies and roses and sunflowers and

poppies and dandelions

and she will flash her braces to the blue sky and know

she is alive!