tick-tock goes the clock
past my crimson swollen
heart
tick-tock drum my temples
as the sun sends shivers
in the afternoon
tick-tock break my soles
in dirty alley corners
after dark
tick-tock swallows the bed
heaps of hollowed pens
tonight
tick-tock cries my breast
against iron claws
that spiral
tick-tock blush my arms
beneath admired cloth
in the morning
tick-tock goes the clock
without even stopping
to watch
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