Pale Face

                                   Pale Face

Tick. Tick. Tick.

The hands stand still. Unmoving.

Drags, creeps. Endless.

It's pale face draws eyes.

A magnet.

Those it captures stifle groans,

Roll their eyes. Unwanted information.

Fidget, squirm, pick, bite nails.

Anything to make it pass.

Screams halt all movement.

Pierce their souls, bounce from the walls.

All eyes fix on the black box in front.

Gasps. Then silence.

No one looks at the pale face anymore.