06 Sep It’s Stopped Ticking
It’s stopped ticking.
No longer paused in pain,
Ceased in moments of change,
Interrupted in times of intensity.
Nor placated in passionate ecstasy.
My arms are dead,
Drowned in water. Frozen.
Nothing to mend,
Shattered in tatters. Broken.
No breath to be stolen
No words to be spoken,
I’ve stopped ticking.
A scratched disk,
I find myself skipping,
A time I was there for, but missed.
Anon.