For a Friend

And in the midst of the solace,
she looked up upon the smokey windows
that entrapped her in the confines
of her comforting and distressing room.

The ethereal threads unwrapped
off spindles that defined her
case of withering cycles of madness
and bright bliss found in dumb ignorance.

The corporeal chains took her body
and held it bound against anything
she willed or wanted and defined
her freedom in measures of centimeters.

Until she saw her face in another time,
her room was empty and only dried
tears made their place in the empty space,
she had gone and found a smile on her face.


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