Rat in the Cage

The room was an experiment.
Modern architecture; minimal.
Almost brutal. White walls, white floors;
Everything white, clean.
As clean as clean could get,
Surgically clean,
Surgical snow.
The only thing not white and scrubbed
Was her, sitting there, like a blight,
Speck of dirt.

Shivering and muttering, behind
A one-way window to her soul.
Behind the window, neat psychologists,
Professors, professionals, sit and make notes.

She is a rat in a cage, without
The standard wheel, without natural light.
Just a glass panel in the ceiling,
A case of bulbs. No light with a cord,
Design specified. Just in case.