The only one awake

Silhouettes exposing themselves on the wall beside her

Shadows overlapping to create a landscape of dimension 

a puppet show for her eyes only

Except, similarly to herself, nothing is in motion

The puppeteers haven't arrived, the set is in shambles 

She is only the exoskeleton of wood, currently put aside 

enveloping into itself like layers of thick mud 

Shapeless and dead.