Fingers moving
slowly touching the
metal ridges.

dust forming on her
fingers

less bothered she continues
watching them.

Forced to and living alone
with a white bed
and her mind forever
playing games.

It's time, they call out.

she pulls back her hand
as if,

breaking away from
a thought.

Her mind quickly
puts her in another situation

different people
yet,
same empty emotions like
every other day.