Time Doesn't Stop Here

Time keeps moving even here. Even where smoke writes its name in the air and disappears like it was never there. Her eyes don’t follow the clock. They follow something else something breaking just out of frame. A bird dares the sky like it still believes freedom is real. But below wire cuts the horizon into pieces you can’t cross, and hands learn to speak in fists instead of words. There is always a moment before everything changes. Maybe this is it. Or maybe it already passed and no one noticed because time refused to stop.