At 2:18am
At 2:18am the world and her heart are ever so dark,
thoughts circling like a hungry pack of wolves,
“Fancy a dance with death?” she hears the night remark.
The wind grazes her with its teeth and taunts her,
while her sister in the room next door snores and slumbers with the same intent,
At 2:18am the world and her heart are ever so dark.
She watches words that fly and fling themselves around the tinderbox in her head,
Turning her troubles over and over fanning the flames
“Fancy a dance with death?” she hears the night remark.
Fragments race behind in front of her eyes like opening credits,
The star of this show wields a sharp blade and screams,
At 2:18am the world and her heart are ever so dark.
She releases the banshee and joins the hunt,
She has waited too long to have her revenge,
“Fancy a dance with death?” she hears the night remark.
The light stabs a hole in her madness,
Her resolve collapses into a tomorrow that promises repetition,
At 2:18am the world and her heart are ever so dark,
“Fancy a dance with death?” she hears the night remark.
awesome
Thank you Janine – if my words evoke some awe, that’s very humbling and heart warming
Spine tingling. So evocative. I felt the darkness of the night and of your heart…
Hi Bec! Thank you – such a difficult topic to write about … but she keeps me awake at night this monster and knowing you felt her presence through these words means a lot. Liz x