Porcelain

Whispers travelled the corridors
anxiety filled the air,
and there in the corner she lay
as fine as a porcelain
with skin as cold as ice.

Nobody dared to approach
but anyone could see,
the pills that lay nestled
within the palm of her hand.

And in the midst of all the tension
the silence seemed to overwhelm,
those who looked on wanted to run
they wanted to forget
because there in the corner she lay
as fine as a porcelain,
with a smile as serene as the clouds.