Katrina

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 Closed Fortified Welded shut So I turn walk away thankfully sad I didn't enter her darkness For I fear I too may have been absorbed