She sits on her bed

in the growing darkness


Surrounded by posters

of plastic people

and hopeless dreams


Her silver sound system

flashes bright lights

and angry tales of death and woe

blast out of the speakers


She sits still

Not moving even a finger


She does not close her curtains

to the impending night

She does not even turn on a light


The people of plastic stare

As though blaming her entirely

for the woes of the world


The sound system goes quiet

And then


She moves


It begins with only an eyelid

And then the tears start

Rolling down her cheeks


And she crumbles


Alone

Again