Thursday, 11 December 2014

Tick tock, tick tock.

She thought it was the clock

Until she learnt

It was the sound 
Of her very own beating heart.

Racing, thumping

So soft, so deafening.

Drip, drip.

The droplet glistened 

Slid smoothly down

A raindrop, she thought

But it was not.

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