'Ancient Again' by Ravyn LaRue

She was her usual
waddling up the stairs
strides as crooked as the rest of her
ambling with coffeecup in hand
swishing and swooshing the contents
though lightly enough so as it wouldn't spill

She sat down
as if she would reside there forever
took out a pen and ledger
and feigned such intensity
looking down at the paper
so as her face would not be noticed
every so often
she crinkled her papers
and stole a sip from her mug of ice

She is such a shy thing
and it's unfortunate considering
how much she seems to have to say
and how loudly she tends to talk
when she makes herself believe
no one is there to listen
but they are there to hear her
and that scares her
to the point where she has become ancient again