I’m waiting for the ticking to stop
And for all this to finally end,
Like a penny dreadful novel
We all have lived through
Over the last two years,
All of it plotted out before us
And we need only go through
The motions like puppets
To end the pain,
She is no longer the dominentrix
But a wounded animal,
Struggling to get through
Each moment,
Crawling across a landscape
Littered with shards of glass
She partly put there herself,
But which was mostly there
All along,
Unnoticed,
A path of glitter
She mistook for
A yellow brick road,
Until she was forced to
Travel along it
On hands and knees,
Leaving her with
Bleeding palms and feet,
And no clear idea
Of which way along it
She should go
In order to get
The pain to cease,
Needing as she needed
In the past,
A trip abroad to put
Distance between her
And this abysmal landscape
Of smoke stacks
And honking horse,
When she craves to be
On that beach
Bathed in waves
Among groves of palm trees
And coconuts,
Here she can once more
Breathe free.
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