The End

The thrum,

The pulse,

The ever-increasing

All-consuming

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

Counting down

The end.

 

The

End.

 

We all know it.

We all knew it.

We can all feel it

And we all felt it.

 

It's not like it's a surprise.

 

I can't take it.

The end-of-year homework

Assignments

It's due

Did you do this?

And the teachers

Are getting impatient

And the friends

Are getting sick of each other

And it's getting colder and rainier

Not warmer and sunnier.

 

I do not cry.

I do not cry.

I will not cry.

I want to cry

But I will not.

Tick-tock.

The end.

Time's up.

Time to go.

 

I want to scream

I want to yell

Until the universe brings back

The time it stole from me

Because it's not there anymore.

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

The end.

 

It's close,

But not entirely here.

I hate it

All.

The suspense

The preparations.

We have to celebrate

Summer.

Summer means change.

I don't want to.

I don't like change.

I don't know what I want

But it's not this.

 

Tick-tock

Tick-tock

The end

Says the clock,

As it closes out school day after school day,

And I can feel it,

There,

Unspoken,

Terrifying,

Hard iron No in my eyes,

You can see it,

We can feel it,

I fight it.

 

Tick-tock.

No.

Tick-tock.

NO.

Tick-tock.

NO!

Tick-tock

And then it's

The end.

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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