Quarantine

Here I am on my sickly smelling bed
Enfolded in the thickest walls
For the sake of separation

You can see me behind the inches of glass
But I won't unlock the door
For the sake of separation

Here I have everything
A screen to pass the time
A respirator for if I start to choke
A syringe with a thin steel needle
In case I slip under
Under sterile perfumed bedclothes 
Over sanitized slippery floors
A common contagion caught but
For the sake of separation

And if the guards were to fall asleep
And if the door is prised open
And if the iron mask slips from the prince
And if dawn's cell door unlocks for the King
We were given sky blue pills
On the bedside table
With clear instructions
To crack on our teeth
And swallow, head tilted
For the sake of separation.

(I stumbled across this searching for my Inktober poems. I vaguely remember writing this but had completely forgotten about it - it got overshadowed by "HSV-2", the epic 8 page poem I inadvertantly bore people with when they ask me to read them something.)