Shes perched atop the yellow plastic pyramid of a playground roof, knees pulled up against her chest. Graffiti scrawls by various patients writhe about her toes; various obscenities and gang names worn by the passage of time. Loose wisps of her hair whip to and fro in the breeze.
To her left, the hospital walls loom in layers of white and multicolours. To her right: the car park building and beyond that, the city's buildings with their neon advertisements. She feels akin to the birds about her; wishes she were light and able to just up and float away from this reality.
Featherless bird; sitting atop the playground of a children's psychiatric unit, wishing to disappear.
The deep cuts on her thigh, hidden by her skirt and a makeshift tourniquet of toilet tissue and a hair tie, throb reassuringly. She feels a certain comfort in knowing that the nurses have no idea of their existence - she doesnt want them dressed. Doesnt want to be cared