SIGN
She dreams of a white kitten
As girls with blue hair
Push wheelchairs holding souls
Whose bodies have become cages
The TV crackles and spits
As a tray of food sits uneaten
While the sounds of bells and machines
Resonate throughout the night
And when she wakes in the darkness
Gripped by a gnawing pain
A figure with the hands of a skeleton
Tells her she has to wait
But across the room in a chair
Sits the white kitten she dreamed of
As if he’s been sent to comfort her
In the house of lamentation
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