Damn you!
Bring me some water.
Leave me alone.
I don't want you here.
Heyyy — come here!
Are you Sally?
Where am I?
Get out of here!
Bring me some food.
Who are you?
Do you like my red dress?
Where am I?
~~
Cold, lost stares,
a tragedy of solitary
fragments of tangled
memory.
She, in her vermilion
gown, unsure of
everywhere, unsure of
everyone.
Nightfall, head cocked
downward, neck bent
in a bizarre contortion.
Sleep dawning, her muted
memory now resting.