The background noise of life
Can you pass me the clock from under the table?It is empty; all delicacies already eaten.
The room is white. Sterile and Smooth.
Grey geese fly south; I see them from the window
That stares into my soul
From the table head.
Can you pass me the clock from under the table?
Its ticking is ticking me off…
I wonder how it feels
To hold a beating heart
In my own two hands.
As I feel the sweep hand twitching on my skin,
I feel more vulnerable than I’ve ever felt
Even though
It is someone else’s life
I crush between my fingers.
(26/03/2022)