Killing Time

Eddies of daylight still wet my toes, though night has cast an ebony shadow upon the floor

Whispers of yesterday rustling those little hairs around my ear and causing me to shiver

Why, I do not know, I am not cold hearted

That name like a foul breath of wind escaping my lips stubbornly closed

Note the passing of time like a slug on the wall instead of a clock, leaving a trail of glistening tear stained memory

How I laugh in hindsight from my lofty high horse

Geckos laugh too, because life is funny

Cockroaches and all

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