The clamour of hotness sinks in
as the long forgotten luxury of air conditioning
It would be nice at this point
to have a cool breeze rustle against my skin,
tug at the hair on my arms,
or even against my face.
It is overdue;
I stare at the bored walls
filled with notices and notices,
stuck in a regimented line.
Neither outdoing the other
but neither drawing any form of
The deep blue of the chairs and carpet
hold no signs of reprieve,
they too keep in the dreaded heat
after being left in the glare of the sun
The smattering of blinds
are helpless, they are too opaque.
I await the onset of prying eyes
inside my mouth
anxious as to how far deep they dig
before they come across the
battered subdued soul.