tick
clocks on the wall
tock
numbers on a screen
bing
it's on the hour
mm
isn't time a curious thing?
clocks on the wall
tock
numbers on a screen
bing
it's on the hour
mm
isn't time a curious thing?
Looming over your shoulders
Each stack higher than its former
Every thought and every scrap
Of an idea too scared to ponder
Every moment that hurt
Each minute that lingered longer
How do I push the words out
From behind my taffy tongue
Thick with salty tears
And full of grubby thumb
I’m a child
Pretending that I’m numb
To escape the overwhelming feelings
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