Fighting Time

The girl with the sword in hand
fights the clock,
all while
wanting hands
pull at the hem of her skirt.
She cries black tears
with a trembling lip
looks too the cake eyed moon
for answers,
and dreams
of stars
that taste like silver.

Carried away
by the crowd,
her sword raised above head
constantly battling time.
The clock and it's black and white motions,
tick' tocking
inside her.
Playing tunes
on glass bottles,
sending reminiscent melodies
to the skies.
Kissing the winds
of time.