Corridor

Down your closing jaws
gripped in your claustrophobic embrace
the corridor screams
echoes of colour
resounds in black and white
as it contracts
pulsates
becomes nebulous as if fading to nothing
then
sharp
sudden in pain
edges
squares
rectangles
lines defining lines
and all the while the needle
prick has fallen from the arm
slow suicide bathes in delusions
lying in a heap
moving the walls with the heroin
rushing nowhere in its mind