A man stands
In front of me.
He bends
And stares hard
Into my eyes.
'Keep her safe.
For me.
Don't let her
Slip away.'
He disappears.
The room
Is white
And
Dark.
And in the bed
There is a lump
With a small mass
Of pink hair
On the pillows.
It's dark.
In this bowl
There is nothing.
Me. And the water.
And the glass. And the hair.
And the bed.
Dark.
White.
Again and again.
I notice
A clock
Making loud ticking noises
And I dance to them
For many,
Many,
Many ticks.
Sometime,
Amongst my dancing
The hair moves.
A child
Emerges from
Under
White blankets
And sits upright.
She seems to be
Examining
The dark
And white
As I did.
Then her gaze fixes
On me.
She laughs.
Slowly and
Tiredly
She lifts herself
Into a chair
With big wheels. The girl
Pushes the wheels
Forward.
She moves further
Towards me.
She stares at me
With the same eyes
As her father's.
She laughs
Again.
I watch her
Face flood
Red. Her eyes
Bleed from the inside
And
She melts.
She sniffs,
Holds her head
In her hands
And stares at me.
I
Hurt looking at her
With so much white
Behind her.
She makes a noise
Somewhere between
A sob and
A laugh.
The clock is still ticking.
The girl is silent
For many ticks.
And many more ticks.
She
Sighed.
There
Is a picture
In the corner
Of this white room
Speckled with green
And Laced with brown.
Colored a blue
So different
Than the white
And the dark.
The picture changes
And the green and
Brown
Waves
Across blue.
I dance
She cries
My ticks
Are drowned in
A drumming outside.
The girl
Sits up;
her tears
Subside.