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
inward gasp
before a scream
my eyes
frozen wide
unblinking
red and dry
my memories
melting
dreams dripping
from my ears
this current
embodiment done
only minuscule
muscles
still twitching
some
I was there
when all the clocks
just stopped
in that splitting
of seconds
aware of demise
a final unwinding
of mine
with the ending
of time
-me
Painting: Aghast by Troy Stith
sometimesihatemycat 
time …
to be
old-
er-
ing
now
and
stop
start-
ing