I walked past gibbering madness, blank stares, hollow shells of men, and found the girl huddled in the corner. My diplomatic offer of flowers was met with a scream, a recoil, and a whisper: “They’re still alive, and I can hear their dying screams…”
Tag: asylum
Reminiscing
He said he used to play with the ‘Dead’, John explained to his asylum cell-mate while watching Sam strum his guitar as well as Jerry Garcia had in his day.
Smiling to himself, Sam reminisced about the nights spent in his dad’s mortuary.