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What does resurrection mean to my friends at this place?
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(My experience at the Mental Hospital. My friend referred here is mentally sick because of the chronic war.)
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Behind the steel gate of the ‘Lunatic rehabilitation centre’
Staggered she with the bare minimum patched attireBent down head, exposed breasts, rotten odorous hairHer mouth gaped wide with unceasingly dripping salivaShoved, into the ‘den’ to ‘keep her safe and out of danger’ |
| The ‘helpers’ and nurses fully involved labouring with her In the open space, under the hot sun, stark naked she laid Silent and shameless like a sheep that was before its shearers,Gave herself to be shaved all over ‘to keep her clean it seems!’The straight long hair of her head and the hair on the public sphere! |
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The yelling, fighting, shouting, of the lunatics subdued
At the entrance of the dining hall it was kept, motionless and silent!The clean white shroud covered it from the top to the bottom‘She forgot to swallow the food and got chocked to death with a clothe’The schizophrenics were carefully brainwashed with this funny late! |
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Just a few minutes later ….
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My dear friend dragged me into the dining area
‘Feed me now lest I may starve to death’ she cried!At the foot of the corpse I opened the box with lunch“The foot was really good” she said, the rice and the dead chicken Expect for ‘the smell of the corpse, and the taste of my salty tear drops’ |
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