Time

Poem

time is a sticky river

oozing between my fingers

dripping

slowly

in the languorous heat

- a puddle of melted candy.

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i'm melting too,

a sickly sweet

chocolate

shell

each drop revealing

the hollowness inside me.

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Posted Jun 3, 2022, 5:15 PM UTC

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