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Tick. Tick. Tick.

Those wicked hands

Tick

Tick

Tick.

They never stop.

Always,

Tick,

Tick,

Tick.

Please.

My ears can’t take it.

Make it stop.

 

The clock glares in my pleading eyes.

Daunting.

Demands that I change something.

What do you want?

It stares.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The hands flow faster.

 

It’s challenging me.

Explain the rules.

Midnight is hours away.

I don’t know what to do.

Hands reverse.

Give me more time.

They are stubborn as,

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

 

I age with minutes.

Grow weaker.

As those evil hands claw past 11 pm.

I’m tired.

Still that face glares.

Expects me to know answers.

I don’t.

My eyes are heavy.

Give me something before I rest.

Peace is all I ask.

This couldn’t be for nothing.

Please. 

Before I sleep.

Tell.

Me...

 

The clock fell silent at midnight.

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