Tick Tock

The silence surrounds,

Tick tock,

Tick tock,

I hear the delicate hands move,

Much like my own,

They drift in movement,

My breathing grows light,

I listen for silence,

A floorboard creaks,

Silence surrounds,


Tick tock,

Tick tock.


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