I look up at you from the bottom of a well
except I’m so close I could reach out and stroke your cheek
smell the peppermint on your breath
watch the mascara stream down your face
my body is no longer mine
as the metal bed digs into my back
and the machines beep around me
I call your name but the words tumble into the void
You kiss me but I can’t kiss you back.
*Author’s Notes*
I wrote this for a competition. We had to write about the theme of imprisonment without mentioning our prompt word. We had a limit of nine lines.
James Linton Writing 