Forbidden Room Extract

My eyes feel like they’re skipping out of their sockets, popped by static.

Nothing.

No delusions or unshakeable beliefs in false ideas. Does not ruminate recurrent or persistent thoughts involving complex sequences and internal debates that enter the mind despite efforts to exclude them. No obsessive ideas distressing repetitive thoughts. Does not experience depersonalisation, the feeling of being unreal, detached and unable to feel emotion. Does not experience derealisation, the feeling of being lifeless with even objects losing any emotive quality.

I lay in the dark and you spoke, slowly, carefully, I didn’t hear just floated on a cushion of air. I looked down and you stared up, so far away. Lips moved but I didn’t hear you, for so long I didn’t hear just floated whilst you went about your life. Occasionally I would reach out to touch your hair, wisps grazing my fingers, settling, gradually resting around your head, a luscious, deep brown corona, halo of the dark Madonna watching silently whilst her love crucified himself on the cross of his mind. I tried so hard to feel, but the thorns drew my attention till all I could see was blood. Still you smiled and loved.

Did not make rocking movements.