the sands of time;
a ticking bomb.
drifting into nonexistence.
whiplash in the passenger seat;
venus mocking our mortality.
bittersweet,
like cherry pie
left on the windowsill
for too long.
flies laying eggs,
hatching maggots,
feeding on the apathy;
human's fealty to make believe
when the truth is right in front of our faces.
face it.
off to the races:
f1, kentucky derby, drag -
drag on, drag on, drag on.
trudge through the mud
drying in the hot sun
as it becomes
the sands of time.
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Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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Comments (3)
Feeding on the apathy, I especially loved that line!
☺️👏… so not a happy bday then? 🤨 I hope so!!
Hauntingly beautiful.