She Sat Still

Stillness: Page 2

She will be judged.

 

The snow, just a timid while ago had swallowed her whole.
Sitting naked on the edge of the mortar strip,
She sat still.

Nothing could lift the haunting silence that grew heavier around her
As if, it was finally time
She closes her eyes, and listens intently…

… Hears nothing,
But feels everything.
The snow scone turning to ice,
then water,
and then a steady trickle…

She was comfortably numb.

Something was growing roots inside her
The hollowness of still life blossoming deep within

What now?
She sat still.

 

 

 

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