the last stop

in the soft glaze
of morphine
my sister sits and reads
to her.
another new place for her to
lie, and wait.
someone will bring flowers.
someone will
come and take a selfie
beside her.
a spoon will find her lips.
a sponge of water.
her life
has come to this.
ward of the state, of
children
she doesn't even remember
to miss.
today, or tomorrow, or
soon,
she'll be there in paradise.
out of the shambled
body,
the muddled mind. too far
gone to even
have a broken heart.