it sits as a stone tilted on the left side of her chest
beat is shallow or enough to shake a village
the magnificence seems dim and the clock is working too fast
for the mechanism is flawless until it isn’t
and time is not forever stuck in shackles of waiting

steps will be timid and minuscule
but nerves will start shaking and movement will demand more
hair will not halt in growth and a broken watch is never a
representation of actuality
willing back to life will only go so far when the moon rotates
on its axis
ignorance is bliss until you’re enlightened

skin will graze against skin
soft lips will utter words of consolation
for comfort is the height of denial in which we all want to embrace
and although we remain fragile
although we will fade into anonymity
taking solace in distress may be the way to go
for what is breathing if air tastes like dread