00:59
Sitting at the bottom of the glass,
I listen to the tinkling grains of sand,
as they rain over top of me
Slowly, they are filling the bottom
Once I could walk over them,
but now I wade through the knee-deep sand sea
I build a mound and stand atop,
watching in horror as the grains fall
In less than an hour, they will swallow me
My mound grows much too small,
and I climb my way to the narrow neck of the bottle
to escape the hour moving too quickly
But the sand is still raining,
and I am still climbing,
to reach the top of the rim to be free
The sandy beads are pulling me underneath,
trying to drag me under and suffocate me
My time is slowly waning
This is my final hour
If I don’t make it out now,
I will be lost to the depths of eternity
I scrape myself up the sides of the glass
Each second may be the last
The sand falling into my eyes; I can’t see
My hand reaches the top of the bottle now
I am just about the pull myself out
when the sand stops falling…
About the Creator
Hayley Stokes
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Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
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This is brilliant... took my mind to another dimension. Kudos! ⏳