BOX ROOM (adult theme)

Is this a form? Is it my own form? Who knows? Feel free to comment! On the We Write Poetry prompt for Boxes.


BOX ROOM

Awakening
Counting ceiling tiles, blurred
She loses track

Wondering
Was that a scream she heard
falling through a crack

Speaking
Her words not quite right, slurred
The drugs’ve made her whack

Feeling
Straps on her wrists, tethered
Detox. The Rack.

(c) 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore, Sharp Little Pencil