Pendulum
Disclaimer: Oh, rub it in, rub it in…
A/N: I decided to post this now in order to buy myself more editing time for the next chapter of my other story. Enjoy!
She could easily determine
How a pendulum works,
With her formulas,
Science,
And math,
But she prefers to wonder.
When she laughs,
She sees microscopic mice
Turning little gears,
Like clockwork acrobats;
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
She hears canary wings,
Beating on dusty glass,
Laughing at inertia;
Tick, tock, tick.
She feels the rain turn red,
Until the numerals are coated,
Staining the fourth dimension;
Tick, tock.
A knife glints,
And the mechanical mice stop running,
A pendulum stops swinging,
And a blood-stained canary
Ceases to sing;
Tick.