echoes lay in wait, silent, hoping for a signal
as she empties herself of fear and plunges headfirst
her denial is superfluous and growing
her hair grand and healthy, flowing
her eyes flicker, shifting nervously, they don't linger
but don't be fooled brown eyes, they saw you
she breathes and tries to digest what was said
with no avail, it sits uncomfortable inside her arched head
weighs heavy on a full and trembling chest
she lays in wait, hoping for some signal
drawing in the dusty night, quietly taming it with healthy lungs