Monday, October 15, 2018

Clock Ticked 55



The light flickered in the wide gap beneath the door. The cloaked clock still ticked loudly, even though draped. 
I stirred, restless, unsure of my next move, or mood, no one is here to second guess. 
Best, that I remain isolated...incubated...frustrated, since the outcome is mine to predict. How, then, will it end?




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