the incessant chatter
of the clock
of their feet
of their moment
unto the final moment
of their you know what
closets filled with mutters
beds with breaths
tick tick
tick tick tick
like I said:
last night I almost
caught on.
I stopped trying
not to think of
the letter T
becoming
terror

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