So The Ginger Writes

Welcome to Inpatient Anonymous Ginger Welcome to inpatient, take a look around Are you surprised by what you see? Or maybe more by what you don’t see? Because where are the girls with Paper-thin skin and crumbling bones Hunched in corners, curled into balls With their knees to their chest? Where are all the sunken eyes And hollow cheeks? Isn’t that what they are supposed to look like? Did you think you’d see more tears? Hear more hiccupped crying? So where is all that? Welcome to inpatient, take a second look around In fact, let me be your tour guide. Follow my eyes to the far back right, Perched on the windowsill Pink hat, sketchpad balanced on knees Hands flying across paper, Creating magic with nothing But a ballpoint pen Life shooting out of fingertips. Welcome to inpatient, step with me here to the left now Three more, crouched intently All sides of the old coffee table A thousand small puzzle pieces Scattered around, and