A White Costume
Location
All dressed in white I reached my palms out
To the frozen metal in front of me
I feel the wrought iron and knotted steel
Sterilized barbed wire
This is not my first experience in a cage
I have been here before
It was fashioned differently…with facades of tile and glass
Light and Sound
People
I lived in a solitary vice
Held in one room by a box that was heralded as one of the greatest scientific inventions of a century
Meant to be controlled
Yet no more controllable than my confusion
I am groping in the dark
For the bars
The box
The light
I am wearing white but you cannot see me
You cannot hear me
I, the defendant remain blind, dumb, and mute
It was the box
It was the cage
Outfitted in a laundered piece of cloth that was pulled by the wind and smoothed in the sand
I am wearing white