Involuntary Hold

Green wallpaper peeled off the edge between wall and windowpane. Recklessly suspended in the air, pausing for breath. I lay strapped to my new bed; I entered by stretcher. They wheeled me in. Wired, I did not sleep. When do waves that roll in with the tide decide to turn back toward deep ocean? When you hear the sirens sound off from the depths of a volcano. Molten lava drops and destroys as it makes its way east. Eruptions from ash into more ash, until it is time to begin again.