Attention: The self

 

The pale chalky tablets left a residue on her palm.
The welling nausea rose, stinging her throat.
Poised to proceed, yet immobilised by fear.

Flashes of thoughts long forgotten.
Wisps of smiles and laughter danced across her mind.
Tears, fat and unforgiving, formed,
Tracing their path down her cheeks

Not yet… Not now… Just hang in there.