2004-12-06
I Think I'd Like To Kill The Clock
Tick tock tick tock, crocodile time keeper tears. Tick tock tick tock, the hours drag by. Another and another and another slip through the funnel in the hour glass. My slender frame slumped on the floor, pale and battered and weary, as I turn my bleary eyes to glance at the red numbers on the clock. It must be six am by now.
But my many hours were a mere five minutes. A blanched, tear stained face groans despondently and a bare stomach twists into knots. Hair smothers my face as I bite my fingernails down to the cuticle. Tick tock tick tock.
This is going to be a long, cold night. For it takes too long to perish.
