it was fifteen minutes

passed three

and silence

already fogged

the entire room.

i lay in bed,

still,

under the blankets

which covered my skin.

there were only shadows

and mist.

my head was spinning,

my body –

a burning wick

dipped in coldness –

felt the walls

staring at me

with sad eyes,

they touched me

as they shrinked

until the room

was no longer such

but a coffin,

holding a curtailed life.

if you were with me,

lying under these sheets

of flames,

then the walls

would have breathed evenly

and the candle

would go on burning,

maybe with a different light

and with shattered hues,

but nevertheless,

continuing…