She used to be a gem, always shining a sparkly giggle, always blithe. I remember when she’d glimmer with outpouring affection, and paraded a spindle of light, spinning her shadows at moon time.

Now she is just a pill, drab heavy minded sorrowful capsule, trapped in a dimming her. Cloistered in a prescription bottle, her life powders away. Now if only I can wake to see her face again, just enough to sleep her in my dreams.