Inescapable,
I feel his breathe down my neck.
Measuring movement.
The sound of each breathe.
A reassuring rhythm
Of tick tock, tick tock.
The exhales push me
To pursue action
The inhales are short.
Seconds, minutes, hours
His breathe passes too quickly
Time is my keeper.
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Meg
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