Through

The blood has dried on her nose. Her cries fade, whimper subsides, eyes dry.

What was that?

Nothing. Relax, you.

The fog melts as the sun climbs the sky. Her nervous habit grabs her, control leaks, hands shake.

Did you remember your belt?

Irrelevant. Just breathe.

The floorboards had sapped her strength. Her legs gummy, runny and faint.

Is it long now?

Don’t. No nostalgia.

The faucet repels the floor with drops like sand mud. Her thoughts lock and circle the drain.

I  can wait.

You can? I wonder…

The window allows in mangled quadrangles of air. Her face receive solitary puffs, willingly in need.