Lazy
legs properly synced with the confused steps, into the bathroom over the basin,
flushing out everything. Hands numb, somehow under the tap, gathering water,
splashing on the face.
The
clock ticked still for moments.
Legs
somewhat strong, steps determined a bit, vision hazy, into the kitchen, shaky
hands holding the plate. Fork out of grip, food unwilling but placed into the
mouth.
The
clock ticked still for moments.
Deep
sigh, tears rolling out, eyelids closed, falling asleep some time unknown.
She
had enough practice of these and could have done the same today as well. But
she needed a change.
Smile
on her face, cheeks stained of dried tears, eyes open, the red dripping down
her forehead along the curves, she sat with her back against the wall " still
for every moment to come.
The clock ticked on…
…and
on.