twenty to nine poem

Twenty to Nine

I’m still waiting.

He never came.

Waiting

The knots and sickening sinking feeling.

Never subsided

I feel it.

At Twenty to nine my heart stopped.

Aching to beat.

Dusted.

The chamber blackened.

It’s heavy.

Suffocating.

delicate

So delicate.

At twenty to nine;

The stench.

These walls.

Stained.

Burnt red.

Weep

Weeping.

Wept

I weep

And I can’t forget

At twenty to nine

I danced

At twenty to nine

I stopped

Twenty to nine

It was twenty to nine

Always twenty to nine

forever