In Out

For three days, the world held her breath 


Leaves rustled


The wind blew


But it was an eerie silence 


There were people in the street


Everyone was floating in the air 


Waiting for the whispers to be true 


“He’ll win, it won’t happen again”



Black and brown bodies shivered together


Almost anticipating the continuation of an endless winter 


There were tears, fears and blood on the floor 


We all looked in the mirror, with our past selves looking back 


Wondering if this time would be just like before 



That morning, the air was still 


She held her breath, cheeks turning red 


The burn of anxiety and terror mixing into a terrible cocktail


Sitting at the pit of her stomach 


Everyone on edge, trying to break the torturous cycle 



In an instant, the world inhaled and exhaled 


Confetti from the sky, yelling and jumping for joy


The clouds knew it too, blending into a mirage of blues and pinks


Almost blushing with pride at the efforts of their celestial children 


The world was colorful again, shimmering in the sunlight  


Time trekked on, the sand pouring from the hourglass


Peace restored, like waking from a deep paralyzing sleep