• Carted away
    My sleeping beauty goes
    Passing by on clicking wheels
    Underneath florescent lighting
    Embedded into the ceiling.

    Question, Question
    Unanswered even still
    Paling lips shout answers to the ceiling
    But, the masked man hears her not.

    A man dressed black
    Sitting at the edge of the steel table
    His lips stitched so long ago
    He isn’t from the now
    Keep hawked words from the light
    But does my sleeping beauty hear them still?