The Leaves are Hushed
Alone
she stares through a skylight
playing I spy with the sky,
creating fantastical creatures
out of skimming, brimming clouds.
Suddenly
a shadow swiftly smears a window
staining its filmy, hazed glass;
a corrugated feeling, firm and undulating
settles steel-hard in her stomach.
Hurriedly
her hand reaches for her heart
but it isn’t there…….,
it’s replaced by a beating drum
which beats and repeats...
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