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/