Inflicted

She smiles the smile of
a lady who’d lacerate
her sanity for extravagance
Looking at
the wall that wears the bulb
like an insignia
made of vapour
and fugacious delights

She flicks the light
on and off
And sits there
still as the clock
the weeping laughter
echoing through
the mundane
Her hands tracing the switch
like a dead body holds
a medical ventilator