Ode to the soprano in the cube
She stands still.
in the middle of a cube,
a cube made of glass.
Her glimmering eyes stare outside the box
There is music out there
She smiles and sings
there is no sound in vacuum.
Her song turns into a shout,
and she shouts, she shouts, she screams
The smile has long now turned into tears.
and as her eyelids flicker
her tears travel up her eyelids and, leave her.
Traveling, weightless, surrounding her.
And she can see.
Her face is reflected on every and each one
of those sorrow filled diamonds.
She tries to reach for the glass-made walls.
Only the edge of her fingertips can reach.
She looks at her extended arm.
She reaches for it with her lips.
hard, ferociously into her flesh deeper and deeper
borrowing to reach her bone.
The diamonds of sorrow are now dancing
with the rubies of her pain swirling around her.
As her teeth reach her bone,
And her song vibrates on every single bone
of her body.
The pain in her eyes turns into a wick