I tiptoe past her door
Careful not to disturb
Warning signs scream at me
Enter at own risk!
Like a cigarette butt tossed on the ground
Waits to ignite
All that’s needed
Is the right fuel source.
Flopped on her futon
One leg flung over the wooden arm
Bored, she stares malevolently
At the television screen
The whole world
Concentrated in one benign picture tube
And reflected back at her
Anger reigns her pre-pubescent world
Electric lime walls shout
Look at me!
Pop star posters shimmer
Fluffy blue slippers sprout from her ankles
Arms wrap tightly around a baked bean brown monkey
Whimsical drawings in red and purple marker
Adorn her hands and arms
Stuffed pink flowers poke out from
The jumble of sheets on an unmade bed.