That time of night when silent stillness
blends with death and breath is hard
to draw inside.
Voices inward draw me as a flame
my mind consumed by what I find.
Card board surrounds this surreal world
of time the camera lens clicks shut.
Ammonia permeates golden hues thick
crust the walls are limed.
Silhouettes these dolls caricatures wast
the painted mind do draw reflections