What now, time, have you come for?

Do I not give my every breath to you
While you move through me
Or is it I moving through you
As you strip the atoms of youth from my bones?

Have you not pried great men
From the tired hands of life
And watched them turn to vapor
To be lost in your perpetual line?

No, I will not let you drag me along
I will stain my name dark in your delicate fabric
So that you must destroy yourself
Before you destroy me

-Alyssa P. Myers