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.