If people were hours, I would be midnight— amounting to 7 sins and 5 days without sleep. I am the fracture separating yesterday and tomorrow, the 60 minutes you’re afraid to look in the mirror, a clean slate quickly tainted. I am the darkness you still fear, though no one rushes to your side with milky kisses. If people were hours, I would be midnight. I am the future you will not have and the past you wish you hadn’t.