Love Me Knots

There were no walls
Yet she knew herself trapped
Laying aloof on the floor
Waving at the waving fan

Blindly hurting in her cell
Trying to force the words out
from the blank sinking ceiling
She plucked imaginary daisies

A bit like an automat
Blind fingers gracefully
Spun, twisted, bent
Lost themselves in a dream

Silently. Over and over again.

Rolling from one patch to another
In all but childish terror,
for what would she do
when there were no daisies left