Bright white lights
Dark green curtains
Strong stench of Dettol
And the usual scurrying

Billie Eilish’s ‘Lovely’
Playing in the background
As if the people waiting
Weren’t sad enough already

Rebellion running through my veins
Mind as clear as a May afternoon sky
Needles poking my feet and palms
Feeling warmer

And then submission all of a sudden
Weak arms and legs
Fuzzy head
Pale and frail

An endless stairway
Led to a bolted door
Behind the door
Nobody knows what happens