She takes a bath for hours and walks through these halls completely blind, lip curled and bleary-eyed, heart sank, an elegant glass fish tank, her bare toes on the cold, wood floor, each room is the same as the day before, she takes a little pill, she is slurry and some killer is on the news, she says that he should be raped and killed, but he won't be, a cat skitters, a dog barks, she peels an orange, a jar of pumpkin spice, lovely and without a blemish, the window opens and there is fresh air, illuminating sunlight, feeling the way she feels, a sepia tone for the flowers that are still alive, the ceiling inside and a sugar sky, outside, dying birds and some say, open your eyes, speak silently, speak softly, laugh viciously, give way to sadness, and later, repeat everything, do it all again, day blends to night, night becomes day, it's the same thing, it is the same thing.
