Time weights heavy on me,
presses at my brow
like a migraine.
Reminding me
with constant maddening accuracy
of what I have yet to do.
It beckons to me as a Siren,
taunts and tweaks my hair.
It whispers loudly in my ear
tongue tickling like a snake,
Tick Tock.
NaPoWriMo 2015 day 18
19 Sun Apr 2015
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Elle said:
great sense of urgency like the prompt calls
shaunaquinn said:
Thank you 🙂