hands clasped together
Mental Health

In The Car on the Way to the Hospital

Country of Origin: England

(Audio recording by Jordan Luz)

When he circles the roundabout,

I am pressed against the car door,

And it starts to hurt again. 

Bandages coiled around both arms 

like tefillin,

Blood as red as wine.

We rush through the night air,

A truly religious experience,

Worshipping in the synagogue of pain. 

I pull my cap down over my eyes,

Because the lights, they blur together,

Just like I knew they would. 

Just like they do every time.

Thank you to Christina Lee for their inspired edit on this piece and everyone else on the Mental Health team.

If you are interested in submitting a piece to the DG Sentinel, please visit our submissions page here.

S is a 21-year-old writer, filmmaker and artist who is studying creative writing and wishes to be a screenwriter and author. He has experience of living in care homes and adolescent psychiatric hospitals, and often uses themes of loneliness and instability in his work.

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