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.
I’m Erna — writer, poet, devoted cat lady, and a marketer who came to it the strange way, through stories. Slavic mythology sits at the heart of this space, alongside original poetry, book reviews, and honest writing about the creative life.
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