in her head

her aura is opaque

Spring green eyes, a trademark

the passive frown she holds

claims all takers

after three weeks in therapy

her answers are getting vague

apparently

or perhaps it's the questions

lulling her into lies

I saw her in the hall today

this corridor of shame

where a head held high threatens 

and somehow a smile, confesses truth

I asked if she felt like smoking with me

you know, outside

where light has a color

and sounds refute sterility

but she couldn't answer right then

as the first pill of the day had her

in my ignorance, I smiled and said

nothing, yet she had heard enough

from me

and I watched her pass

washing the walls with her palms

each tile an important tone

a texture only she could feel

I wanted her to turn back

but my role call was next

and I had a story to design

for the smiles that love to listen

between coffee breaks and paperwork

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