Futility

Dead ants are dotting the floors, making me gag and flinch

The clock on the wall has been stuck on 3:36 for three days

I don’t want to move from this spot and I will defy gravity

Light, dark, light again and I will not obey these demands

I’ll hold my breath until I turn blue, I’ll run with scissors

Futility is a cruel and heartless beast and in its clutches I’m bleeding

The wind is lashing at the screens and the birds have fallen silent

I’m waiting for a storm to come unleash the mad Queen

The shadow of the heartless wraith lingering in empty sets

A man who ate my flesh and drank my blood

And dabbed his mouth with an elegant napkin

Before boarding a plane and whisking away

I’m waiting for retribution from the trailing, black-eyed wolves

The payback for what has fallen through the ice

A moment of darkness where the glint from an eye

Can shatter time

I have only dead ants and broken clocks this night

And this motionless creature with stubborn intent

Being cradled by her own Futility