josie josie josie! the therapist clicks his tongue at his patient and looks at her over his glasses.
if you want to go to school, shape up your act!
im doin' fine, they'll accept me, im doin' fine.
oh, josie josie josie. your art is so beautiful, just like you; i asked you to draw me something to remember you by, but you forgot but that's okay.
you'll forget me anyways.
YOU ARE READING
Spring Mountain Treatment Centre
Poetrydull faces glance out the windows; sitting with their sadness drooping their eyelids they perpetually stare out and away in search for better days.
