This evening I developed a phobia of the bathroom

The white walls of suffocating sadness

Stare at me as I enter the room.

The light blinks on and the room breathes

With a yellow buzz.

I feel cold marble floor holding me in place

And a breeze blasts by my ear.

Go away. 

What’s was once an escape is now

Entrapment.

Pulsating palms clam and I Pivot

Towards my escape.

A hard wood door, no handle 

A glimmer of sunlight cried through the hole 

That once held the lock. 

Warms is no longer at home here. 

This evening I developed a phobia 

of the bathroom,

And I don’t think I will ever lay at ease in that porcelain tub of fear.