Just as a bitter memory is dislodged from her heart, the train arrives in the station.
The morning is a siren gone dead from overuse.
Snow has fallen and now covers the tar rooftops.
Daylight shines through the broken blinds.
His face is a child’s drawing made only with circles.
In the steel support rust forms the shape of a kidney.
A jagged pattern weaves through his neurons.
She has a compulsion to sacrifice.
The night is a nod and a sneeze.
title is from Much Ado About Nothing