Number Three

November 22, 2010
Tic

Tock
Tic

Tock
The clock swings.

Ding

Dong
Ding

Dong
The bell rings.

My thoughts race,
My feet quicken pace

Step (step)
Step (step)
Step (step)

It’s getting close,
I hear it behind me.
Will this be over?
I want to flee, please.

Breaths are heavier
Movements,
Delicate feathier.

Dark we face,
A most horrifying place
Time has stopped.

Tic


Tock?

POP.

It goes.
It flows.
From the tips
Of its toes.

Is it with me?
What has happened?
Am I free?
Or still trapped?

Step…

Step…


Step…




(Step)





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