The mind beats out a rhythm of its own,
Determined to create a space.
Early days, upside down, basking in warmth,
Listening to a heavy beat, in rosy glow of pipes,
Hands, fingers, toes.

Sides grow tight
Walls stiffen,
Noises, strangers so
I kicked as hard as I could.

Air replaced water.
The prison pulsed and
Pushed. I twisted down not knowing
Where.

Cold. So cold.
Drowning, choking, one gulp
Pressure, light, noise, blood.
They've cut me off
They've sliced the cord which gave me life
They hit me,

I am on my own
I'm out and I'll not forget this.
I'll get my own back. I promise.
I was doing my time. I was happy.
How dare they? All was well
And now they've cast me out in hell

I'm so alone.
Please. Please.
Let me go home.