she sunk into the bathroom floor
eyes of parchment
longing attachment
penknife of dried ink
lying there between the sink
and her
but catches the light
into her line of sight
whispers of the wind
words out of vapour
swirl and come to her
grab it
they say
just for another day
they say
the pain will go away
they say
so she extends a hand
and fists her head
to make the voices go away
eyes of parchment
torn in two
one for them
one for You
another fist
another shriek
where is the treasure
she was supposed to reap
but she gets up
with wobbly knees
leaves the bathroom
of stingless bees