Winter

Winter
By Alicia Millar

The nurse is making her rounds again,
and at first you are glad to see her
Then you remember she is the unfriendly one;
the one who wears gleaming white to hide the dirt
Her smile, so beautiful, but so icy- dangerous even,
reminding you of
the light that flashes off razor blades
while clouds loom around her
You are often decieved by moments of lucidity
clear blue skies
convince you that the world
is welcoming you back
but it never lasts
The nurse sedates you with long, somber nights,
just when you feel hope
all you can do
is watch
as she lays down crisp, white linens
and wait quietly
for the friendly nurse to come