Waiting by Elizabeth Horton-Newton


Vermillion lips pursed in concentration

while scarlet nails drummed

on the pitted surface

of the old table.

Heavily shadowed eyes lined with black

as dark as the night outside

Stared blank and unseeing

at the scarred wood.

Occasionally the sapphire orbs would shift

to the soundless clock on the wall,

watching the second hand

jump from line to line.

Counting off the endless seconds

the never-ending minutes

Waiting silently for her

destiny to arrive.






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