She absorbs the light from the room
although she barely says a word
I watch her sit within her struggled thoughts
she desires to control the insignificant
a world of rules
paint by number probabilities
She paints pictures of food she does't dare eat
as her skin hangs loosely from skeletal arms
I wonder if she exists beyond her edges
beyond her life of privilege
Does she retain any of the absorbed light?
is there any joy within her angles?
has there ever been any exuberance,
or has she been born into this sadness?
I wander along her borders
kept at a distance by barbed wire
the gates of her mind
So I turn
I didn't enter her darkness
For I fear
I too may have been absorbed