Claustrophobia
Brianna Wright
I step into the lift,
Watch the doors close,
Try to imagine myself in an open field.
But it’s no use
And I start to feel the walls closing in on me,
Slowly crushing me to death.
I grip the railing,
My knuckles turning white,
And squeeze my eyes shut.
Breathe in, breathe out.
And scream.
I hit the walls,
Hit the floor,
Curl into a ball and shout to be let out.
I’m shaking,
Sobbing,
Screaming,
Crying.
I’m a mess.
All dignity has vanished.
Then the doors open and I run out,
Into the corridor,
To the bathroom,
Feeling as though I’m about to be sick.
Scarred by the experience,
I attempt to get on with my day.
By Brianna Wright