The incandescent lighting made her
A simulation of life where none existed.
She didn’t even notice the sun anymore;
Its glow had vanished, faded, long ago.
Her heart an empty vessel,
Weathered and cracked from years of misuse,
She guarded it possessively,
It was the only part of her left
That still contained a grain of truth.
She cried, no longer understanding why,
Only knowing it meant she wasn’t dead.
As she mourned for sleep and ignorance,
She sat alone-
Waiting for the night to bring her dreams.