There’s a room we go to, we don’t stay long, and after we leave we rarely recall.

There’s nothing special about it, the walls are plain, no name for their color.

Like someone painted them with the feeling given when you step out from the cold into the hot and humid world.

The way your skin reacts to the shift, the sudden shock and discomfort, though familiar so you accept it.

Like most things, you accept them.
Like this room.

Quiet,

The uncomfortable silence that creeps in slowly, losing sense of time.

Dry mouth, tight shoulders, eyes low and distant, worn like uniform here.

A phrase scrawled across the walls, “This Too Shall pass” each word on a different wall.

A frozen clock on the floor by your feet, shows the time you stepped in.

You are alone.

For a moment.

There’s nothing else.

I’m sorry.

There’s nothing else.

For a moment.

You are alone.

A frozen clock on the floor by your feet, shows the time you stepped out.

A phrase scrawled across the walls, “You Too Will pass” each word on a different wall.

Dry mouth, tight shoulders, eyes low and distant, worn like uniform here. 

The uncomfortable silence that creeps in slowly, no sense of time. 

Quiet, 

Like this room. 

Like most things, you accept them. 

The sudden shock and discomfort, but it’s familiar. 

Like being painted with the feeling given when you step in from the cold out from the hot and humid world. 

There’s nothing special about it, the walls are plain, no name for their color. 

There’s a room we go to, we don’t stay long, and after we leave we rarely recall.