...it's suffocating bland morbidly uncomfortable fragmented.

like diving into an empty pool it's my body bouncing around inside my head with nowhere to go I'm partial to calling it...nominating an equally bland word to describe it....'annoying'

can my hair stand on it's end from the inside? ....tickle my awkward brain into action...re-assemble itself perhaps turn time at just the right angle for me to identify where exactly I am?

the mania wants to erupt!!...like a demented villain imprisoned for life it's only been three days in solitary confinement...

in a tiny square room I see one thousand walls
I'm on the ceiling abstract dripping waterfalls
rusty colours sharp and brown
my legs are snakes all up and down
toxic noise echoes no windows no windblows
...it's empty in here alone but my ghost
sniffs the air tastes what I fear most