the room dark,
the prisoner cries,
 	her head stuck between the walls
like a brother is stuck
 	to his sister, forever.
A single lantern
 	throws javelins of light;
 	the dark love of a
 		stuffed animal shielding
her eyes from the voice
 	of freedom, decibels
pasting eternity on everything
 	but her,
like clothes scattered on the floor, with
 	only the sun to bleach
 	the filth from each thread.
She is a baseball card: always
 	hoping to trade her life for
 	something more valuable.
The god-given smile of a
 	human skull
an imaginary friend,
 	there only to comfort
her insanity - as if
she were diseased - her
body peeling through
 	each day.