Fluorescent hum… Time won’t move… Hard plastic pews in a room without night White walls that swallow every flicker of light Magazines torn at the edges of prayer Names called like judgment that never comes fair Clock on the wall keeps its hands in its chest Breaths held in limbo, each second a test Distant machines sing their flat, coded song While we sit suspended between right and wrong This is purgatory dressed in fluorescent white No fire below, just the long endless night We wait for the verdict, we wait for the door Stuck in the in-between, forever unsure I see the faces frozen in the same quiet dread Each one a soul held in the balance of thread No sin to confess, just the weight of the unknown Purgatory wears scrubs and a name tag of stone This is purgatory dressed in fluorescent white No fire below, just the long endless night We wait for the verdict, we wait for the door Stuck in the in-between, forever unsure Fluorescent hum… Time won’t move… Purgatory lights… Still burning through…
