July 8th, 5:01 AM

Hissing and screaming,

They bring her to the barred cell

and give her a shot.

(He says to me: “Don’t look her in the eyes without these.”)

July 8th, 7:53 AM

Her heart does not beat,

with ivory skin—blue eyes,

I would not have known.

(He says: “Keep her chained to the bed, she’s strong, but not steel strong.”)

July 8th, 11:53 AM

She wakes up all tired,

Puts her hand on her left breast

And lets out a sigh.

(Soon, she starts humming. Old radio tunes. First the Beatles, then Amazing Grace… then Britney Spears.)

July 8th, 1:00 PM

She sings lovely songs.,

I can’t help but listen—watch,

Her eyes gaze sadly.

July 8th, 3:18 PM

Her face looks drawn out.

Purple marks under her eyes.

She lays back in bed.

(Personal note: I’ll take blood after dinner. The glasses he gave me should help.)

July 8th, 6:00 PM

I come to her side.

She wakes—asks, “What’s that, cupcake?”

I say for the blood.

(Note: I can’t get over her stair. I really want to see her eyes without the glasses.)

July 8th, 8:54 PM

She asks for me there.

I hear her voice in the room.

I resist—wish, though.

July 9th, 5:01 AM

She has asked for me.

I feel special, but I know.

I wait for the time.

July 9th, 6:52 AM

(Note: I’m going for blood. Odd readings in the last batch.)

She asks to touch me.

I try to keep a distance.

She asks for some food.

(Note: I think I know, but I can’t.)

July 9th, 10:53 AM

I bring her a bag.

She smiles and says, “Come closer.”

I come too close and-