6,872 words a minute

hotcheetos By hotcheetos, 20th Jun 2016 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry>General Fiction

What is wrong with me? I now the root of it is fear, which turns to insecurity. I hate it. I have to get past it somehow.

6,872 words a minute

6,872 words a minute
a circus clown
a paper tiger
clawing their way up out of the darkness
too many clocks crawling across the walls
ticking and ticking
murdering the minutes
slaughtering the hours
eating the days
time isn't the only thing that kills
a light in the darkness
a fire
your fire
burning me
through the darkest hour of the night
bare feet wet from cool dew
the crowd calls out for our death
but death will not come
because it runs beside us
a knowing smile on its lips
we drank too deeply of their blood
the sages weep
eternity spreads her wings
warmth and silk and yellow candle light
caught at the center of a comet's eye
this is the strangest thing you
or I
will ever see
as we turn back the ticking clocks
you love it
but you hate it


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