Cause(Cost) & Effect

The time wastes away as she clutches the digital clock of her cellphone. Tick tick. The minutes tick by and then the hours. At first it builds up, the anger, but then the clock hand (ithoughtyousaiditwasdigital.nosillyit'sametaphor) reaches to the end where she stands and thinks hmm. Alright.

Explosion/Implosion?
Screaming/Silence?

Guess which one the dimunitive girls picks.


She slides into the blue car, quiet as a tomb. She soon notices the anger has gone on and started without her.

There it goes fast in screeches and speeding down the black cold gravel, it goes up in spirals of smoke, it goes out in verbal spits of poisonous rage.


She holds on to her corner, her little piece of anger indifference and lets it subside. It is not worth it to feel.

She is empty and a shell.
She is a stupid lump of clay just lying there.
Not speaking, not a soothsayer. She doesn't smooth out ruffles, she doesn't tell them it'll be a-okay. Why? Because it won't. Life is hard and deal with it?
Anger is ugly she won't let it touch her. She won't let it taint who she is.

Very few things are worth her angry. Very few things are worth her sympathy for anger. She flicks them away. Unimportant. Unimportant.


Some days she'll care and those days she'll probably cry. hahaha.