A Locked Room
by Nicole Terry
She says they’re trying to kill her when they stick a needle
in her arm
She screams burn in hell as they put a pill on her tongue
and her eyes mean it
She asks god for mercy on her soul when they put her
food tray in front of her
She wishes lightning will strike them all as their voices
trickle over her and her soul means it
She yells help when she has to go to the bathroom
no one comes for a long time
not the devil, not god,
not even me
Because like them, I’m afraid of her too,
but unlike them, I share a locked room.
© Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
