Della

I sat there, waiting in silence. 

An ache came and went. 

One moment away from an unstoppable force. 

My mind a nervous wreck and then it came: Bad Luck. 

There it stood right in front of me, staring me down like I was it's next course. 

One wrong move, one mistake, and this heart of mine will collapse. 

"Bad luck," they say, "is that true?" 

No reply came from my mouth, I just sat there. In the bitter silence. 

My mind a nervous wreck. 

My mind a nervous wreck. 

My mind a nervous wreck.