Michael Fischer - Shift Work

She lies on her bed of mushrooms,
waiting for her orchids to bloom.
But in the heart of the desert,
she locks herself in its chambers.

With the key caught inside God's broom,
sweeping dust storms consume her lungs.
She tries to breathe through the ordeal,
but as she prays into the wind...

She eats her words;
She comes undone!

Michael Fischer

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