she/her/me

Waiting

She sits in the nearly deserted waiting room,
Biting her raw nails
The ends of her mouth point
To the marble floor with its suffocating chill
And the bags under her eyes show how much sleep she rejects
She's been sitting for hours,
For days,
For centuries,
Waiting for someone
To clue her in
She ponders if the
Bed is now empty
And the line is now flat.
She sits waiting.
Wondering.
Praying.