Hourglass

I am counting minutes
I have spread sand and time across
The floor and now I collect
Each grain like an artifact
These are the plans I make as
Time passes and scatters uncontrollably
Sticks to my palms and scratches the
Dead skin from my arms and legs
Until I am reborn and time
Trapped by itself
Ages endlessly

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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