Coughing on the smokestack pipes

She bleeds and sputters out orange, red, yellow fringed with purple

As she falls to sleep after her day of injury, she blackens and the silvery pinpoints shine through her holed sheet 

Centered is a big gray mass

She wakens and coughs up her colors again, this time they fade to blue

On and on

Undulating, just a dying background to the little actors’ meaningless lives