Zoe

She howled.
OUT damn spot, damned eternal blemish!
The stain, that deep black stain eclipsing minds eternal day
OUT.

Checkerboard tiles and glass stained windows flooded with light,
Saturated the arcade with people, with looks on their faces that were looks lacking a look.

GET OUT. GET OUT DAMN SPOT!
Damned eternal stain!

The clock struck three and one quarter, and all the tourists
And children, and mothers who normally gather to see the hands go round the hour
Noted with a glance that time had ceased.

Eyes wide, face white, throat open howling from her guts.
Guts like a serpent, strangling her from within, slithering it’s way out for the rest of us,
One it was finished with her.

Out damned spot. Leave her alone. She just wants to work, and wants to go home.