Threat (Clockmail)

I kill time that wants to live.

I'm not winding you up.

It's time to be alarmed.

Put your hands up, clock.

Tick for no, tock for yes:

did you, or did you not,

carve this frown line between my eyes

while I wasn't looking?

Just because you're up all night

what gives you the right

to dabble moles along my shoulders,

and add glitter to my hair?

Did anyone ask you to introduce me

to your best friend, gravity?

I don't think you understand her situation.

Hands up, clock; stop your idle tock

if you or my waistband moves another inch

you're finished.