This room

This room is closing in
Its white, tiled walls are shrinking.
It’s Okay, it’s claustrophobic in here –
My shrinking universe
It’s closing in
The grey bucket – waving at me
Mocking my face
Closing in
Minty, green and sooooo refreshing
Washed down a plughole.

I mirror myself
From a distance
The room is closing in
I’m losing my sight –
The view is blurred
I scream
I wash the pain down the stream
Under a running tap
Melancholy – it’s a lonely flower.

But shush now, I can hear nurses’ steps coming down the corridor…