Molly drabble!

Molly worries.

Right at this moment, she isn’t worrying about anything in particular, but these are worrying times, and Molly worries and frets. It is what she does.

She watches the clock, in all its inadequate usefulness; everyone is in mortal danger, yes, she wants to tell it. But what kind of danger? Are they being attacked, or is it just the general mortal danger that everyone seems to be in these days?

If only they would be careful. If only they would take more precautions.

She wishes her clock had more hands – there is so much she doesn’t know.

(no subject)

I shall not fall in love;
I would enjoy it,
enjoy being used,
and die for it;
I would become a small darkness
a shadow in the corner
I do not want to lose myself
in someone, do not want
to want.
I would gladly give myself up
and love is such a cost.
They tell me
that is not love
was never love
but it is the kind of love
I am capable of receiving
I cannot believe any other for me.
So I shall not fall in love;
I cannot afford the cost to others.