The world held its breath, the pin dropped, the moment she went east her heart pulled her west. Still the world held its breath, before that pregnant pause, in that moment of silence she walked away from it all.
Now inside (where the heart has stopped beating)the bird that used to tweet to remind her of all that beauty has become but dead. She used to sit outside and try to understand them, when locked up she could hear them now one step near and they fly away. An evil lurking.
The world let go, the pin dropped, the darkest fears emerged from being a dancer in the dark, her heart no longer pulled by the winds but by a laden emptiness, a ship that had sunk long ago, grave fears fill her waking moments and sorrow hath become her.