285. around dawn
It’s time
he said.
strangely,
he seemed to have said it
before the key turned
in the lock:
cheating me again
ripping every second from my flesh
as if they’re theirs.
Alright
he said,
come along, chin up
it’s what your mum would want
wouldn’t she now ?
and my steps echo
and I want every step to echo
a moment longer
I want the walls to soak up
my presence;
and the tiles look shiny white
with the smell of Dettol
and the filament glows in the bulb
and will glow tomorrow.