Jan 24

Doomed

Intensity burns from 
the pits of darkness
that are her eyes.

The way she pauses
before letting her fingers slip
off the ladder rung.

Her aggression fades 
into a softer tone
as she crouches.

Her gaze slides over
each of them through 
the cracks between the planks.

They stand quietly
whispering as they continue to 
stare at the cement floor.

Waiting,
almost longing for
something to explode.

If they could 
change anything
that's about to happen,

we might not be doomed.