Keeping Time

The numbers on a clock should be black

Uniform

And above all

Impassive.

Petals of bright, egg-yolk yellow without warmth

Safely mocking behind masks of mass-produced happiness

Tick by like seconds.

Dandelion clocks dissolve into a relentless blue

Down-winged dreams scatter with the slightest gust

The sky wears bruises on her face.

Wretched clockwork heart throbs like a wound

Keeping mechanised time with unravelling stitches

Tick

Tock.