Once the clock starts ticking...youth silently slipping
Tiptoeing on Every seconds missing. I hate wrinkles beneath the eyes that multiplied overnight,
I rubbed to erase through the monitor's dark glares.
It went bloodshot. a crimson dye.
A new habit discovered, picking nails.
The urge is when there's nothing to do.
Rubbing between the edges until it tore, peel it off.
let it bleed for more.
Doodle, doodle and more doodles.
after awhile doodling again and doodled.
up, center, down and around.
Doodling daisies and daisies noodling. Nothing but daisies.
Windows are wide, sometime framed to overlook.
Powdered pink sky and dyed cotton candy.
sets The ruby red sun final dance.
Beautiful and Brazen. a Bewitched night looks on, lured and lust for lights last kiss, in that stained affairs not in day or darkness they shared their intimate bliss.
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