Time

Right and Wrong.
Cruel and Kind.
Calm and Mess.

Her brain teems with the conflicting thoughts. The guilt spreads like a sinful stain of blood. Self loathing slashes like a sharp edge of a knife.

She racks her brain, to remember the words from her forgotten prayers. How come everything happy is evading her now?

Sage like peacefulness destroyed, pristine prayers plaguing with selfish demands, she realises shallow sanctimony of the whole affair.

Time stands in front of her, once again to do Its bidding, to claim back what never was truly hers, to snatch it from her arms.

'Please stop!' She pleads to Time.

Time merely smirks.

She hangs her head in resignation while Time does what It does the best.

She sinks to her knees, empty handed, frantically searching for the remnants of rented happiness.