You're Suicidal

Disorder shook the walls
as it manifested in the
image of a woman,
now blonde and close.

I unknowingly reached
out to her, she
accepted and began
her new exercise.

She noticed I
noticed her new
habit. She assured me
this one isn't fatal.

Now dirty blonde,
she sits at my
desk. I'm shrinking
in my cool.

Lastly, a dark-haired
boy alone in his room.
She may be losing it,
She may be standing.

I'm still alone.