Tick & Tock

... And she's sitting on the same old chair... looking outside the foggy window, watching the snow fall in thirteen different shapes... the truck turns into the narrowest street and the only warm soul is the hot dog mate under his *yellow* shield...


The clock
is
ticking

11:39:41
42
forty three,
four
and
five

tick
and
tock

F$^%in' hell!
she has
*butterflies*
all around her;

drowning down
in her mind,
her own soul
and
her veins.

S