The earth makes its full rotation
As her thoughts sway back and forth like a grandfather clock.
An off-beat, slightly broken, wood-chipped-off-the-bottom grandfather clock.
Her heart twinges, her lungs constrict, her stomach clenches as she fights again.
Visions, unbeckoned visions, rise from her subconscious,
Playing out the scenarios, toying with forbidden thoughts, dancing with death.
She’s scared. Scared of what might happen if they come true,
These mental apparitions of darkness.
And scared of what she faces every moment more they don’t.
Silently suffering, quietly battling, calmly pretending that everything’s fine.
But someday, it will overwhelm her.
The pendulum with cease to swing in indecision.
The quite resolve. The numbed execution. The stunned tears of the aftermath.
And world waltzes on without her.
