Chambre Blanche (poem in English)

Chambre Blanche

Soft white linens cradle the wrist,

Hiding whispers in a muted mist.

A needle's bite, a crimson trace,

Behind the mask, 

an empty space.  

Sterile breath in shades of gray,

A ghostly thrum within the fray.

Nurse’s cap,

 a fractured heart,

Turning anguish into art.  

Oh, delicate figure of cloth and steel,

The only warmth you dare reveal

Is the slow, 

cold fall of silent tears,

This does not quell my creeping fears—

Deceiver.