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.
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