Illness

Illness

She sat in the deep darkness

Year after year after year

She grew fur and feathers

Talons and teeth

She had tea and cakes with the devil

And sent him on his way

She saw nothing of the world

And everything of humanity

Her voice grew rusty

From lack of use

Her laugh dried up

And silence consumed her

She watched the world

Through dusty windows

And longed to be

Wherever the light landed