Sensory confinement
The enclosure of the white walls emitting tones of solitude and loneliness encased my entire surroundings. The bleak white floors with speckles of black rested beneath the single white cot with drool stains coating the milky sheets which was not only a place for my rest, but for the endless painful regrets and thoughts of home that controlled my state of being. A single pot light emitting a yellow tinge glow illuminated the surfaces exposed within my inhabited realm of being. Slightly peeling off the walls, the eggshell white paint endlessly chipped, exposing the natural slate color concealed from the looming eyes of the prisoners of confinement. A vision of monstrosity.
The rattling inhales I called my own leaped upon the walls enclosing me from reality. Shuffling of human feet outside the confinement zone were just muffled noises to the weak state of what I called my hearing, and the low murmurs of the English language only became an incoherent string of words that refused translation. Occasionally, the screams of a single entity would bellow throughout the narrow hallway possessing these chambers only to muffle into a noise longing for freedom and happiness. Cries weeping in the name of God to save them were a common trend my ears had grown accustomed to bearing. They were cries though unheard.
Chilling shots of pain shocked the muscles within my legs upon the direct contact between the pads of my feet and the undeniably frozen state of the tile. Droplets of perspiration trickled down the crease of my neck, coating my body and mind in a feeling of disgust. Aches of agony and defeat roared upon the weak bones as I attempted to come to a stand. A dull pound radiated upon my mind as it led to the crunching of my eyes together, creating tiny folds at the corners of my eyes. Dry cracked lips rubbed together like sandpaper only creating tiny white flakes to fall as snow down upon the ground. A mixed feeling of affliction.
Metallic tastes coating the taste buds of my once scrubbed clean tongue oozed from the puncture created by my canine teeth upon the crackled lips I called my own. Remnants of last night’s meal remained a prominent factor as the stale chicken that tasted like a past expiration date meal and plastic taste of instant mashed potatoes stubbornly refused to go away. Minty shocks of peppermint encircled my entire mouth though due to the smuggling of a single pack of Icebreakers to diminish the grueling tastes of after meal scraps. After meal scarps that could possibly be my last meal.
The rattling inhales I called my own leaped upon the walls enclosing me from reality. Shuffling of human feet outside the confinement zone were just muffled noises to the weak state of what I called my hearing, and the low murmurs of the English language only became an incoherent string of words that refused translation. Occasionally, the screams of a single entity would bellow throughout the narrow hallway possessing these chambers only to muffle into a noise longing for freedom and happiness. Cries weeping in the name of God to save them were a common trend my ears had grown accustomed to bearing. They were cries though unheard.
Chilling shots of pain shocked the muscles within my legs upon the direct contact between the pads of my feet and the undeniably frozen state of the tile. Droplets of perspiration trickled down the crease of my neck, coating my body and mind in a feeling of disgust. Aches of agony and defeat roared upon the weak bones as I attempted to come to a stand. A dull pound radiated upon my mind as it led to the crunching of my eyes together, creating tiny folds at the corners of my eyes. Dry cracked lips rubbed together like sandpaper only creating tiny white flakes to fall as snow down upon the ground. A mixed feeling of affliction.
Metallic tastes coating the taste buds of my once scrubbed clean tongue oozed from the puncture created by my canine teeth upon the crackled lips I called my own. Remnants of last night’s meal remained a prominent factor as the stale chicken that tasted like a past expiration date meal and plastic taste of instant mashed potatoes stubbornly refused to go away. Minty shocks of peppermint encircled my entire mouth though due to the smuggling of a single pack of Icebreakers to diminish the grueling tastes of after meal scraps. After meal scarps that could possibly be my last meal.