In her dream
she walks slowly
down the grey stairs
and the light goes off
so she listens
to her sleepy conscience
that enhances the sound
of darkness.

Spiraling movements
remembered as a refreshing shower
of liquid memories -
pale fingers on the handrail
a beige coat that flutters
like a flag sucked
in the dark void center -
she walks slowly
then she stops.

Time switch
clockwork memory
heartbeat awakening
through a dream
from the cold silence
of the staircase:
hissing pipes
buzzing cables
reminders of a stale world
against her warm breath.

She reaches for the light switch
to bring back the electric soul
artificial clarity
now only used
to free those ghosts
those toys locked in a cell.

Frozen moments end
when the spell of darkness is over
with the echo of her laughter
lingering in the staircase
when her eyes are open wide
and in ash blond morning conscience
she’s awakened
to her life.