Skin Care.

Thick dull curtain, guarding against sunlight,
the room is forever in twilight and furniture
look as they did fifty years ago, nothing has
changed the silence is just as before now that
the wall clock has stopped. But wait, ants are
coming out of a crack in the wall marching
down and across the floor, up a sofa and into
an old lady’s nose, it looks as she has a black
mustache. Fifty years of solitary confinement
the outdoor, bad for the skin, but now is time
for her to leave, a rat is gnawing on her toe as
someone is trying to open the door. “Nice old
lady she used to look out of the window when
it rained and hailstones fell,” they will recall.