Confidential Walls

She walks these rooms that we close in

her feet tap scuffle slap the floor

We've heard it all

She cries out

Sometimes ecstasy, harder, oh please, yes

Sometimes alone, oh, oh my god

She cries out

Weeping, fear and stress and doubt

Will I make it? Why am I out of money?

She stays in our rooms so much

cursing at doctors who can't help

We know she wants to leave

She confides in us

All the pain sex agony uncertainty laughter

Company and solitude, captured between us