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