Its funny that clocks
Actually used to tick.
Mom’s in the hospital.
Tick tock.
I am attempting to sleep
In my Amish neighbors house.
Tick tock.
Whiffs of day old shoo fly pie
still float through the air.
And I can’t shoo away thoughts
Of cold linoleum, and IV needles.
Tick tock.
I lay on a too warm bed
Sheets kicked around my feet.
Tick tock.
My heavy eyes
can’t seem to close.
I never doubted she
would come back fine.
Tick tock.
I can’t sleep
But not because of mom.
Tick tock.
Stupid clock.
Annabelle Liechty is a student living outside of Philadelphia. She enjoys singing, reading, and drowning in her schoolwork. Sometimes when she feels emotionally distraught she poems.