Under the tarnished light
With boisterous cacophony that wrestled and clashed
She sat.
That morning her heart hadn't just thumped, but it wanted to
Since the annihilated moment
She sat.
But now she sat with an emptiness
Not the bathetic kind by mediocre poets
The kind where you feel the vacancy beneath the skin of your chest.
She sat.
Until she could garner the courage to stand , she sat.
Watching while the aliens roared and laughed, she sat.
But she knew that by just sitting, she'd never move forward.