The Empty Room

She sits, Silent as the wind. She glances up at the clock. Waiting, Watching. Her body flows Like the waterfall Looming over her. The letters on the Desk call to her. Whispering sweet Things about Her soul. The air blooms Through her lungs And grows as she Sighs. Her head is full. Full of the sea. Changing and Swirling like A torrent of Thoughts. Her hands tremble Like the windows In a hurricane. She is they Mirror. Reflecting Back what every Body wants to see. She is one. She is none. She is heaven. She is hell.