If I could edit time,
I’d unravel the hours
like paper
on the frayed edges of memory.
I’d trace a hollow space
within the seconds;
I’d fold myself in half
and let the echoes go quiet.
Because the seconds march in time
with the pounding of my heart,
slamming against the cold bars of my ribs.
And if my heart beats any faster
My carefully built walls
will crumble
And I’ll come undone,
a tornado of screaming echoes
with nowhere left to rest;
and the clock is still ticking,
ticking on through the silence
that is left behind.
Oct 13, 2025
Oct 13, 2025 at 1:02 PM UTC
If I could edit time,
I’d unravel the hours
like paper
on the frayed edges of memory.
I’d trace a hollow space
within the seconds;
I’d fold myself in half
and let the echoes go quiet.
Because the seconds march in time
with the pounding of my heart,
slamming against the cold bars of my ribs.
And if my heart beats any faster
My carefully built walls
will crumble
And I’ll come undone,
a tornado of screaming echoes
with nowhere left to rest;
and the clock is still ticking,
ticking on through the silence
that is left behind.
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