science of emotion

in her head

what does she think?

is it tales of the past

or the future's mingling?

does she worry of acts

that will soon take place?

the definition in her forehead?

the wrinkle in her face?

maybe her head

is stuck in the past

that wrinkle exists

from a prominent task

how to hide it

how best to conceal

if there's an eraser

that removes prideful zeal

but no, indeed,

she thinks of the now

the lotion on her hand

the possibility of somehow.

she dives head first

into the air

the oxygen breathing

the effortless biosphere

and yet as she submerges,

her hair now a brick,

her head starts to wonder

as the candle wax turns thick.

the clock may be paused,

but her brain is ever active

twisting the gears

in a manual, mental captive

Author's Note

lemme know how trash it is. constructive criticism is needed.