Split Second
I was there
when the clocks
stopped ticking
standing
with the soles
of my feet
sweating
and stuck
to the cold
tile floor
my lips parched
and parted
in that silent
gasp
before a scream
my eyes
frozen wide
unblinking
and dry
my memory melting
dreams dripping
from my ears
this embodiment
done
undetectable muscles
still twitching
some
I was there
a split second
aware of demise
that unwinding
of mine
with the ending
time
-me
Painting: Aghast by Troy Stith
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