The Plan

Under close scrutiny

she came unraveled

trying to hold secrets

that weren’t hers to keep.

As she was poked and prodded by

strange instruments, meant

to cure her of her ills,

she receded further

into silence.

Dreams of gnarled hands,

wrapped around her neck,

poisonous snakes and

paths that never end

haunted her sleep.

Her only plan was

to return to the

edge of the precipice

and hope for

forward motion.