TICK

Everyone is dead
While my core tick, tick, tick
Ticks like a fat baby
Floating for breath.

Shades of owls and razors
Slice and screech in my sleep
Pressing me to cut
Loose from
You
Him
Her
Them
This
Everyone.

Tick, tick, tick.

© Mel Lampro
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