“Round and round.
Slow and steady…”
The throb of the clock
Swollen and stopped, stuck with
The drum of rhythm and rhymes.
Taught so it hurts. Monotony:
Round and round.
Slow and steady, through which
Each breath that I breathe
Is in
And out
In
And out.
Flooded with memories
Of very hour.
Chime: dread holds me down.
Tick tock: ‘Oh, your laughter!’
Tick tock. Heartbeat.