Lockdown In A Bedroom

I am Persephone with the lid on Hidden away from the world The mattress in my bedroom is companionable Moulds to my contours The rumpled sheets give testimony to boredom Days shrivel to the size of a window I could be an Egyptian pharaoh Entombed in a pyramid Dead flowers stiffen in a vase Lace curtains wilt in the heat Such incarceration would torture A weasel A humming bird An archangel Health is like porcelain Easy to crack when older All who are shielding are Ladies of Shalott Living in shadows, half lives Night spreads like a bruise over the face of the sky Moonlight, corpse-white, limps through the dragging hours