I Wish She’d Stop Pacing the Hallway; She Makes Me Anxious

Violet shirts clash

Against seafoam green pants

Against orange socks

Stained with spilled (albeit hurled) milk

And tears.

I ask myself, “Why can’t I look good while I’m in here?”

In here:

Where the TVs are caged

And buildings and mountains are drawn, with dull crayons, on paper

Stuck on windowless walls that do not let any sun in

So the fluorescent lights will have to do.

I could ask for another blanket, but I decided it was better to feel cold then nothing at all.

-Grace Sword is a sophomore from Marion, NC, pursuing majors in Dramatic Arts and English and a minor in Anthropology.-