Tick Tick Tick

As the clock ticks,

the more i notice the sweat that beads

on my forehead.

As the clock ticks,

the more i bounce my knee, chew on my lip

I pick at my skin and twist my t-shirt between my fingers

The hour hand tosses me aside,

knocks me to the floor with its seemingly unending chimes.

I am paralyzed by the minutes that tick off into nothingness

Held suspended in time, the barriers created by my mind,

strapped. Trapped.

To reach out and stroke the rugged cheek of the grandfather clock,

only to pull back as that relentless red can only drip... drip?

Tick

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