Identity

Cold.

The metal is cold.

Frigid.

Darkness is pale.

Cylindrical.

Longer than wide.

The door is shut.

Latched.

Claustrophobic.

Open!

I can’t scream.

Tear this white sheet off my body-

Listen beyond the silence.

Labeled.

All my forgotten qualities.

Tagged.

Know me.

See me for who I am.

Identify me.

Keep me from fading away.

By DL Mullan

From: United States

Website: http://www.undawnted.com/