Joined February 2021
Writer from the 773
It eats and it laughs Time has a face on my wrist It only survives
I wanted minutes In my job I lost seconds With dreams I stood still
It would be easy If time was a sturdy rope Instead of white sand
In the middle of REM sleep, the fish started buzzing. It was my phone alarm, beeping incessantly as it tore me away from the neon lights of the aquarium glass. It was always hot in my dreams, with humid air from jungle canopies blowing over warm ocean. In these nightly escapades, I was a fish with bleak scales. At the end of the dream, I was always eaten by some ferocious whale with rounded teeth.