The 7.39 (Week 4)

Draining each drop

Her mood didn’t improve

Sucking up the air

Each time she looked up

Spiralling inside out

Across the wind

At all that

Passed by

Severed with a

Thread crawling

Slightly behind it

In a deep frustration

Merging with anger

That he’d smiled

At somebody else

That morning.

(Week 4 was about writing an invitation. While writing this, I ended up watching a tv programme called the 7.39 (picture above) which me and my other half both really enjoyed and these words kinda came from that)