sign language

her days 

and nights

meld 

into one another

creating the monster

she refuses to see.

apathetic cries

sleep

just beneath the surface

and writhe

with fervor

as they try to escape

the ineptitude 

of those who have eyes

but yet 

no eyes.

soft flesh

tattered and torn

to please the insatiable 

lust

that lurks 

whenever she walks

among the living.

white coat

induced slumber

while the reality

present in dreams

overtakes and stumbles.

the cold hands,

slithering 

into the forefront

and shattering

her screams to be whole.

verbal barrage

smothering the intent

that was once

innocence...

now lost in the fire

to be consumed

with any shred

of moral or mental

decency.

she weeps

and 

weeps.

praying 

for her moment

of deliverance

that never

comes.