The Day The Clock Stopped

three days of
intermittent sleep
depressed, restless
losing her grip on reality
she shivers as
she moves into
a fetal position

she glances at the
clock on the wall
in her hospital room
the hands motionless
only a prayer
could save her now

she slips one hand
underneath her pillow
clutching her rosary
and the hands on
the clock move

by Faith Elizabeth Brigham

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