Time Travel

she’s sitting
on the other side of the couch,
eyes on the clock. watching it tick slowly, taking it in
like the constant taste of the cat-o’-nine-tails;
with the want to skilder another life
from death.

i see her
at mordecai’s grave, with an expectation to turn the time;
hoping he’d tell the dead king that
a jewess’ still trapped in the past, [the month adar];
& wishing the fog of war clears from her head.

it’s a pity she can only turn back time
with memories; but
one could breathe in the peaceful journey of a future,
with death.

Published by Akubudike Deborah

a very determined writer (poet and lyricist), hoping to change the world positively with writing, public speaking, spoken word poetry, music (songwriting), dancing, and lots more. let's encourage each other and live the life we deserve πŸ˜‡πŸ˜‡.

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