NEVER

THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION ON
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOON
WHICH DRAINED ALL THE LIFE
OUT OF HER PRETTY FACE.
SHE COUGHED, CRINGED, COUNTED
THE DAYS THAT EXPANDED HER
PATIENCE AMONGST THE OTHERS.
SHE LAID LIFELESS AND
AWAITED WHEN SHE WOULD
BE ABLE TO FEEL AGAIN.
ANYTHING.
THERE WAS ONLY ONE WINDOW
IN THE ASYLUM.
ONLY ONE SHADE.
IT NEVER BLEW THE RIGHT WAY
SHE WANTED.
IT ALWAYS BLOCKED WHAT
SHE THOUGHT WAS IMPORTANT.