Silence strangles the sound that struggles to
Surface up through the skin of uncertainty.
Actions left unsaid and words left undone
Intertwine around her neck,
Leaving her face a swollen plum.
The words are lodged in her throat
Like a fishbone too sharp to spit out and too difficult to swallow.
The hands on her wristwatch tick and tick and tick and tick and
Time slips through her fingers like missed opportunities.
She has waited too long.
She watches as the words drop
Like rotten fruit from tip of her tongue
To the ground beside her feet.
She has waited too long.
Surface up through the skin of uncertainty.
Actions left unsaid and words left undone
Intertwine around her neck,
Leaving her face a swollen plum.
The words are lodged in her throat
Like a fishbone too sharp to spit out and too difficult to swallow.
The hands on her wristwatch tick and tick and tick and tick and
Time slips through her fingers like missed opportunities.
She has waited too long.
She watches as the words drop
Like rotten fruit from tip of her tongue
To the ground beside her feet.
She has waited too long.
