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In A Hotel Room
to whoever finds this
time has unwound since I first checked in, clock hands creep backwards replaying each hour
the mind's wraiths tiptoe on satin-soft feet, I hear the hotel's heartbeat
something
something moves within these walls, whispers behind floral decor, voices skitter
the TV witters like senility, air snakes like smoke, static hissing in my ears
the bedside Bible glitters blank w o r d l e s s p a g e s my mind is fuzzy as the tinny TV
how many hours have passed? now a twilight of sapphires sifts, drifts into the room
pale figures are filtering, slithering belly-deep through gloom
trapped the walls squeezing the key in the lock screeching frantic fingers scratching
for some way out, the dead phone doesn't connect except
to shrill with bad news and more bad news, ice trickles of chill diagnoses
fear seeping like condensation shrieks echoing in the walls
the room
the room is a galleon, tempest-tossed
the bed
the bed is a starched white wasteland, first cold then hot cold hot, Siberia to Sahara
how many have shivered and sweated in this bed? how many are dead?
the crushing heart attacks, sudden strokes, sad suicides
six storeys down to the waiting street through the window's snide slide
what's the song? you can check out any time you like (but never leave)
there's no reprieve, escape is draping its noose around me
I'm checking out it's time to leave
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