The thick color choked the light off from the       room it was serious and meant business, obviously her mind raced and sped down several avenues of obviously forgotten thought passing into ordered pairs of light sinking into the cold respite of an ocean           memory gray and damp           (perhaps it was only a dream) leftovers from harvest in a fertile field laid out in the back of her mind the background music was jovial, ridiculous it stood in testament to the absurd the air became tarnished like an old spoon, or a silver bike left out in the rain and breathed in antiquated puffs like slow           gasps from the gaps in an attic floor between the faceless mannequins and the           cardboard boxes I observed all of this from a place inside of myself and watched           faces that           could find no numbers           fall aside silently, a sick heart a disease that caused anguish and a love that worked as a clock, the hands skittering across the circle as though frantic perhaps a sort of prayer perhaps a sort of inquisition A reflection, maybe a time-worn glance in a mirror she is bathed in the clear blue light it's the beginning of the ending against the backdrop of an uneasy night the startled expression across her face was a simple, open warning