she's covered her windows
in cellulose sin
defended by amendment
nothing gets in

the layers so thick
nothing can penetrate
want ads cover the kitchen
living room real estate

years of isolation
with no interface
the walls close in
like the cheeks of her face

surrounded by the darkness
of literal insulation
she breathes damp moldy air
of daily circulation

one lung shut down first
followed by kidneys and brain
the heart kept going
fueled by pain

the stench of decay
gave her away
they found her eventually
clutched in her grasp
her own obituary

no details of the past
nor any memory
just 4 words:
*now i am free