The machines hummed and thumped behind many closed doors.
The room was a pale muted rose, a shadowed shape of many sides sweeps from grass land to nothing land in four waves. Vacant of life as we know it.
Another place a distance away a dark skinned woman sits in someone else’s place like she owns the space. The space she takes she thinks is great but in time she will find herself in the wrong place.
Farther away a woman with no teeth for her smile reaches to help those that can help themselves, a gratitude of thought that counts.
A post behind locked glass, a reminder from years ago, 2003 specifically.
