I ate up Time because he was in my hands for too long.
So now we are lost (or found) in this phantasmagoric place.
I can't seem to find Up or Down...
Maybe they have relocated to
The pair left a suspicious voicemail:
Down says high and Up says low.
Regardless, it’s gotten so empty in here,
And so indistinctive outside.
The atmosphere is thick with ice pellets and reflections
and the walls are caving in on me.
No matter, though.
The walls are placid and the windows are shadowed with useless details.
I can walk right through them.
The clock has pointed to one for the past 24 hours.
And it’s been dark,
Because the sun has run off to
October Eighth_Plague_Legion Poetry Competition. Tied first place
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