5-minute poem

tick-tock the hands roll
spinning out of control
pen stuck in a rut
bleeding ink into a cut
lecherous white face grins from the wall
your shadow lengthens, heavy to haul
bony fingers around your neck
too late to scream, too early to wreck

© 2018 Erna G.

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