Nipped In the Bud

The sleep tonic fumes fade,
replaced now by a sharp ammoniac stench.
The banging headache threatens to give birth to another.
A jabbing left pain announces a broken rib or two,
Pins and needles shoot up her left leg ,
The right leg is wanting…
Paralysed.
Now jolted into reality by rapidly fading sensations…
Fear rises in her like a wave.
Her heart beats so hard that it threatens to leave a bruised mark on her chest.
She swallows her own fear of the inevitable,
Her main concern numbs every other .
She clutches the watch in her clammy hands.
His gold watch.
Its 6.25 as the morning light sips through the cracks of the tiny shanty,
That is her prison.
35 minutes to the inevitable sound of destruction,
A silent prayer is said…then murmurs of a lovers' song…
Their courting song.
Another prayer…3minutes left…
They skip like milliseconds.
Then the ugliest sound she has ever heard stings her ears,
And continues ringing in her ears for the next hour…
Their black and white love nipped in the bud,
While deep inside her grows a neutral being.