Confined

Cranberry cocktail is dribbled upon the worn, white sheet,
Stretched over the hard blue mattress
That lies upon the concrete floor
In the corner of the cracker-box room.

My left arm bandaged in stark white tape:
Both arms, strapped in leather.

Eyes, like revolving planets
Cast themselves around the peach colored room

This color is supposed to calm me:
I can only hear the screaming,
The blood curdling voices,
Self-infliction,
The slamming of the door,
And the turning of the lock-
SECLUSION...