She Stands Alone

She Stands Alone

She stands alone,  

a single bulb lighting  

an entire room,  

the walls curved  

into her private sphere.  

No doors.  

No windows.  

No-one can break in.  

Her world is the only world  

and all things lie within her scope,  

sealed within her soul.  

Solitary appetites  

she pursues  

in consecrated isolation,  

in this her sacristy,  

her prison, her cell —  

an inside  

with no conceivable outside.