lisa gherardini, post-leucotomy

smiling placidly, she gazes

at the man behind the

screen, holding

something which

he occasionally

drags along

a serrated

surface

clasping her arm, she is

bathed in warmth

as she sees

a shadow standing

beside the man,

who glances

at her with his

furrowed eyes

staring with eyes agleam, she notices

the shadow talking to

the man fervidly

yet he brushes the apparition off

with a gentle smile

somehow she feels

comforted and content

in this musty quarters.

somewhere, a single rose

plummets from the sky