A poem
You lie down facing the clock that reads an hour ago
You wonder why nobody has bothered to change it
In this place of beeps and ticking and hands that are washed repeatedly
Your feelings turn into a giant tidal wave
The water is dry, but it crushes your chest
With all of your life sitting on top of you
You wonder if this is your chance to run away
– from Operating Theatre no. 13 by Miriam Calleja