Ana Esthesia

Red ink on her
Onion skin
Under sheets of
Loosely woven fabric
Apathy
I beseech thee
Befriend me, embrace me.
Clear saline drops
Gushing from her
Pale blue sclera
As though pierced
Catatonia
Seize thy spirit
Hold me, own me.
~RochelleVillaflor©2012