Trance

A spiritless morning

Sinking in an oversized quilt

Misty windows

I turn towards your side

My fingers running

On fresh linen sheets

You don’t sweep my hair

To gaze at my smooth neck

To mark your territory

My curvaceous waist

Unblemished. Untouched.

Nights, no more a silken soirée

Smudged kohl contours

I wear a smile

And dive into Adrienne’s wreck

Injecting the anesthesia

Of limitless work

Time blends with seasons

Coffee blends with nicotine

Scotch blends with ice cubes

I panic.

I lost the master key

Under the sheets

It’s already midnight

I remember the words

Of fairy Godmother

I fly down the staircase

Like a helpless bird

Separated from its flock

I suddenly realise 

That there’s no returning

The prince won't come

With my crystal shoe

I was never wearing one.