Awkward in the corner of a waiting room, right next to the old magazines.
Uneasy, like a fish pulled up against the light.
Black day, curiously attractive white light.

Just as comfortable as watching well-oiled axis of rail cars ride by above.
Maybe there is something outside the window, maybe not.
Not.

Ask the lady again for no particular reason.

Hurting like a (*##$ and wearing a %#@! excuse for clothes.

These stains are definitely staying.
Suddenly a voice:
"Snap out of it.

No blood, can't hurt.
Go home."