

Hollow ClockHollow clockHollow Clock
Tick. Tock.
The beat went on.
Tick. Tock.
My heart metered by the rhythm. My breathing measured by the volume. My mind cosseted by the drugs. My feelings amplified by the time.
Tick tock went the clock.
So here I lay, never moving, never growing, never changing. If only they could see the world through my eyes. Then they’d know. They’d know to switch me off.
I can hear them, but they cannot hear me. If only I could speak to them, let them know
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