as stone she sat and
did not move and did not speak whose
eyes were bleak
whose mouth was firm whose face was pale.
Esme(e)'s dark hair fell to her collar.
Esme(e)'s strong hands were before her on the desk cupped loosely they were forgotten, their endeavors forgotten.
Esme(e) had traveled inward.
Sought questions for which there were no answers.
Esme(e) raveled what was not wove and found all strength, perception, quickness
misplaced, found pillars of cognition fallen.
Found mercy fled.