Humans Are Stories
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Humans Are Stories

Sterile Healing

A personal poem about inpatient mental health treatment.

a hospital room with white walls, blue beds and pink curtains
Photo by Adhy Savala on Unsplash

The air in my lungs was ice.
Icicles were unable to melt even within my body.
They always kept it cold.
Three below, freezing us all.

The clothes were blue like the ocean,
But thin and light like a shawl.
No one liked the unadorned…

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Tas (they/them)

Tas (they/them)

We are autistic members of the disability community and hold various mental health diagnoses. We are advocates for social justice, writers and scholars of life.