She has a eye for the strange;
says the miscellaneous objects scattered
across the closets tattered shelves.
A miniature Effie tower laid beside her
bedroom window beams of light shining
upon; tells the girl has a dream,
a dream to explore and seek out the world.
A small game of Travel Tangoes leaned on
the windows glass, missing many pieces;
it repeats the girl has traveled,
but has done so many times.
A dust ridden hamster cage neatly stacked
far from reach at the top of the closet
untouched yet scratched up all over;
Echoed that she is no stranger to death.
Photos scattered all over her closet doors,
and swung high from side to side on a
green string holding pictures of her over time;
told that she was very family-oriented.
She was tidy ; says the open dark desk
holding her many objects of decorations,
and electronics. No she wasn't; contradicted
the messy bundle of objects hidden with the
small sliding doors below a reflective glass.
And beside the over flowing trash can.