Black and White
I lie on the bed as a corpse might,
my head tipped to the left with gravity.
Senses blocked-
no sound,
no touch,
no emotion.
But I can see, eyes glazed in a negative hue.
This moment of silence,
of solitude,
lasts the night.
Through our indifferent exchanges and my forced movements,
all I see is the pulsating rhythm of the changing room as
you move,
and I lie still
in the darkness.
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