Asylum

It used be that you were my competition, you look for a new job, made me question my job You lose weight, I suddenly see

You’ve always been the extreme to my comfortable, The outside the lines to my inside the lines, The rebel to my rule follower,  The bold

She lays on her back, a dull thumping at her temple, a hundred years old. A dreary day opens, and her eyes flutter open, then