With eyes of dust and dead-skin
covered windows,
her mouth hung slightly agape
while covered by a downpour
of chestnut hair.
Hidden behind the double-thick doors
that locked from the outside,
she was stuck in one of the uniform rooms
within the Plutonian phantasm,
that had TVs entirely encased
in plexiglass
and paint scratched off the walls in streaks
behind the leather strap laden beds.