A pillow,
Delicate, white waves with edges like paper.
A crisp, cream sheet,
Spread thinly over
A stained sponge mattress
Rough, dented, losing its spring.
Her room is a glass case,
High on a shelf.
They look in at her as she sleeps.
They see:
Her mouth-watering beauty,
Her delicate flaws,
A rippled frock that used to be clean white.
Half Agony, Half Hope 
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