Abducted

In this tidy room                                   

I stretch out on this bed of illusions

Sleep till the curtains call

Walk on hollow floors

Create masterful paintings on lonely, plastered walls

All is well kept

A bed made proudly

Signatures of preeminent artists suspended on the wall

Dust, vanquished

Books arranged in alphabetical order on a case of mahogany

I breathe in the air of misfortune

I hear only breath and silence in this tidy room

Cool air drifts on my troubled face and I quiver

I follow Mary, she crawls down the wall

My only companion

I sit in a corner of indecision as if in time out

I try to remember, I try to forget what brought me here

I spin on the hollow floor until

The world is as dizzy as I am

Passing hours with a broken clock

Wrapping up in luxurious curtains

Of secret velvet, I am queen  

The world moves without my knowing

I assume the sun wears her radiance

And the moon bellows at the wolves

In this tidy room time is captured, and so am I