Spheres

(image by AlisonTyne at Etsy)

Spheres

I blink awake
to the humming halogen
blind white room my planet
this issued metal cot
these pills
to bring me back.

Caged animals–their heat
their wild eyes, baring teeth,
I want to live inside
their breasts, beating.
I want the bars to hold me all in.

I shuffle to the mirror–
a pan bolted to the wall
for precautions.
Here you are gone
not trapped,
your only companion
your body,
turning on you.
My eyes–barren moons.
No light.
No reflection.
It’s gone out as faithless
as it came.