Tock. Talk. Time speaks over me
Chips away at my pours my nails claw
At me. With the suppression of time
The talking of time, time speaks
And I listen. Ninety ticks pass
The first bus slips by me
By me by me why me I’m late I
Hate it. Ninety more ticks go by
Ding sandwich is done. It’s done I’m done
I’m one hundred ticks away from tears.
My tears, why tears, I’m near
The knife I tip the blade with my thumb
To the tick and tock and tick time talks
To me. For me. Tells me it leaves me behind
Ninety ticks more and I can’t take the torture
Time leaves me, I need to be sane,
release feeling, need to get up. One hundred
more ticks talk down to me. Tell me
pick it up. Tell me to pick it up. I pick it up,
pick it up. The blade’s between my nail
And finger. Press Ninety more ticks and I’m
Through. Push it through. I’m through
With you, time talks to me. Press harder
I bend the nail bed, press deeper red
Slips down the gray of the blade impress
Me. I’m down to the knuckle. Farther
I can’t breathe. Farther time talks to me.
Farther time pulls the blade down my hand
Farther down my arm. Time has arrived
I’ve arrived. I have arrived. FATHER. Time.
Please don’t leave me. Father don’t leave me.
I open my eyes. Absorb the time not dreamt away.
Time talks to me, bringing back disconcerted memories.
Contributor: Elisha Nain
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