Sitting there
looking so sweet and gentle
not a movement, not a sound
her eyes focus
into nothingness towards the ground.
Sitting there
she's so neat but careless
not a look, not a glance
her eyes focus
into a glimmering trance.
Sitting there
thinking about life and death
not alive, not dead
her cautious movements
into a thought about something else instead.
Sitting there
holding her arm gentle and firm
not motionless, not quiet
her eyes fainting
into a river of blood.
Sitting there
thinking about her life and its meaning
not good, not bad
she was hesitating in a deep sleep
into what she realized her life had no meaning.
