Child

My heart is stuck on the minute hand.
My head trailing the second.
And everything else, swarming the hour.

Insides like frozen rocks covered in blood cells trying to understand. Between the cowboys and the octopi, ink and bullets ablaze, someone smiles. Someone smiles back. The water is still while the silence cuts in and none made of clock, creature or blood could deny what's to follow. She smiled because she knew pain.
He smiled because he'd known more.