The 7.39

(A Short poem from a free chapbook just released 'Mystery Story'. Get in touch if you would like to read the rest - it's free)

Draining each drop
Her mood didn’t improve
Sucking up the air
Each time she looked up

Spiralling inside out
Across the wind
At all that
Passed by,

Severed with a
Thread crawling
Slightly behind it
In a deep frustration

Merging with anger
That he’d smiled
At somebody else
That morning.