Poetry archive from the mental hospital

Entrance

Eyes
A whole Sea of them
You and I struggle to swim
Falter and float
No one blinks
The room is drenched in dissent
My fingertips boil with a longing
to vanish
The eyes paint the walls and climb the ceiling 
Twisting
Spiraling their way into my throat and choking my speech
It is time to leave
The spiders in the attic look down
They feel it too:
The friction
The heat
The eyes