metronome
She had never known isolation
until it came tumbling
out of the sky, a falling bird,
into her lap.
Time was irrelevant,
yet all that mattered.
A note of music;
a melody to drown in.
Her fragile heart
now beats feather soft against her ribs
after mere minutes of neglect.
She'd walked into submission.
Her own thoughts wound a maze
around her head and
coerced her into her own prison.
She dangled the key in front of her mind's eye.
A pendulum of freedom
monotonously swinging back and forth
like the rhythmic tic of a metronome.
Thump, thump
thump, thump.
Loneliness
flutters sporadically;
feathers upon her soul.
1 comment:
emo. <3 you
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