294. around dawn.

It’s time

    he said.



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.



    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.