Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock

Those sounds like the arms of the clock, but in reality those are the gears in my brain,

Trying to work their way around the problems I see 

Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock

Nothing is slowing down.

Too fast. Too fast. Too fast.

My arms are trying to synchronize with the beat of bodies hitting the earth.

Too fast. Too fast.

One after another I see girls drop faster than flies.

Valued less than flies.

Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock

Next costumer is ready to consume my sisters. My mothers. My friend.

Too young. Too fast. Dead too soon.

Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock

My mind can not formulate a reason for these actions.

Too fast. Too young. Dead too soon.

Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock

This time, the sound is creeping up on me from a clock.

Time. 

13. 14. 15. Not enough time to be who they are,

Not enough time to fight their way out. Not enough to fight for their life.

Tick-Tock. Time is running out Humanity. Sex trafficking as been having for one too many seconds and I think my mind is just about ready to explode.