Ticks.
She ticks.
She ticks like clock.
Or no
She ticks like a time bomb.
She shakes,
Rattling like windswept leaves.
She twitches.and flinches
Like she's had one too many cups of coffee.
She tugs on her hair
Like she wants to pull it out.
She scratches at her arm
Like something has gotten under her skin.
She pulls her ring on and off
Like it burns to wear it for more than a few seconds.
She shakes.
She twitches.
She pulls.
She scratches.
She fidgets.
She ticks.
She ticks like a time bomb.
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Thoughts
PoetryMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
