Defective Hour - glass

July 25, 2008
By Molly McLin, Norfolk, VA

I jump in,
unaware of my danger.
Too deep.
Too late.
I panic.
My head goes under,
I'm sinking fast.
Lungs about to explode.
I'm suffocating.
One last breath - of water.
Slipping into unconscience.
My eyes flutter upward.
My hourglass had too few sands.



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