I woke with a barcode tattooed into my wrist, over a scar.
nurses conspired in soft tones
tracing the sound of schizophrenia into an injection needle
to hush the patient in the bed next to mine.
N4877294.
their voices echo in my bones.
I stopped breathing in your hands
and you lifted me like
a drop of snow, to drink.
whispering intraveneously into my lungs
I breathe light
and swallow myself whole.
black holes moved under your skin,
and your limbs felt soft, diseased.
N487723.
hours passed
and we prayed for release.
we searched for wings in the corners of wards
breathing prayers into our hands,
pressing them between the out
