The aftermath

was pain.

There were drops of blood
behind eye lids
as the numbers on the clock
trickled downwards,
red tears ticking,
taking the hands with them,
and I kept time, still, like a secret.

I waited, wiping away
the seconds that dripped by,
flushed hours,
then days, then weeks
from my mind
until, finally, the clock struck blood
and the pain that came with it

was relief.

Beth O’Brien
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