Shi

A description of the room I sat in and how I felt while waiting to be admitted to the psych ward.

Stark and empty
A hospital bed
and a chair
are the only furniture
in the room
Two bright fluorescent lights
shine above me
An eye
in the corner of the ceiling
watches me
The faint smell
of rain
lingers
along with something
sweet
and a strange smell
unfamiliar to me
Blank walls
stare back at me
I count the dents
and marks on them
Then the cuts
on my arms
Then the bruises
on my legs
Time has stopped
though my watch
keeps ticking
The room
is cold
My mouth
is dry
My mind
is lost