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My time drips to the floor
Vanishes in the cracks
Drunk by the thirsty wood
Like water from a capsized glass
Leaving me unquenched
Letting the canyons on my face run dry
As I wait for the world, the people, the life
To do what they promised
And I turn to stone
Then to dust
Since I let my time
Go to waste
© 2019 Erna Grcic
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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