She embraced change as an unwilling participant,
Nostalgia’s enlightenment mingled with crimson breath,
As florid blooms behind her eyes leaked,
Cosmic insignificance trickling down her brainstem,
She gasped, an inconsequence of time ever-flowing,
Then slept in the arms of sweet nothing.
She embraced the change as a willing subject,
Took medicine with practiced sips of water,
Sighed, feeling the anticipation of calm,
On lonely days she looks outside the window,
While idle thoughts of a stranger’s life occur,
Pocked, like track marks on the inside of her arm.
Prompt: from the kind writers over at the pub, dVerse, “Palinode” as part of their Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft series.