fictitious disorder imposed on another

Sleep but only because I took medication. 

Just OTC Unisom. 

Being a witness to a sheath crime

Is hard. You don’t know what to do next. 

It’s like playing chess on several layers 

At the same time. 

This is me when I thought

 the nurses were just lazy 

And didn’t give the meds 

Or do the treatments. 

This is me when I found direct, 

I disputable hard evidence 

That they did actually commit a crime.

Against a patient. 

And worst. 

Stress pounds. 

It’s like taking cortisone. 

I just can’t eat. 

And I guess I won’t. 

If my body doesn’t need it. 

Then I’m trained enough

With fasting to wait. 

Maybe each crying jag

Is about a pound or flesh.