I Tick. Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

I Tick.



I feel it tightening.
The constricting of my day
Is restricting my way,
But it deserves to die
For it suffocates my hour
And murders my minute
Then siphons my second
While I am still in it.
I find it frightening.
I tick.
Please don't tell time.

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Kyle Shield Laster

Kyle Shield Laster

Clarksdale, Mississippi
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