black and white
I lie on the bed as a corpse might,
my head tipped to the left with gravity.
But I can see, eyes glazed in a negative hue.
This moment of silence,
lasts the night.
Through our indifferent exchanges and my forced movements,
all I see is the pulsating rhythm of the changing room as
and I lie still
in the darkness.
Copyright © Morgan Tate | Year Posted 2013