Staring at a faceless clock

I can feel the second hand grabbing me

Crawling around me

Tightly, tightly

Time stands still

I, short of breath

See the clock fall

And shatter

Keeping track of how long

Keeping track of how short

How much time has been wasted here.

My head pounding

As the clock reforms

And still the second hand constricts me

"How much longer?"

I whisper to myself.

The second hand growing tighter.

Staring at a vacant clock,

I see time frozen


Into a million pieces.