she ran for the lift and jumped inside

controlling her claustrophobia preparing for the ride

squashed between bodies she began to perspire

to take her mind off it visualising a blissful log fire

each button pressed, there was no quick escape

still stuck on the third floor, and she wanted eight

coughing uncovered, and breathing too near

unpleasant odours becoming too much to bear

a bump and a shudder and a moaning within

the door opened sharply and just a brick wall was seen

anxiety rising, she raised the alarm

to start the lift moving and keep everyone calm

help came in a short while though it felt more like days

to fix the main issue to get the lift underway

now in the future when the eighth floor she was head

she’d opt for the stairwell and use her own steam instead