Tick & Tock

… And she’s sitting on the same old chair… looking outside the foggy window, watching the snow fall in thirteen different shapes… the truck turns into the narrowest street and the only warm soul is the hot dog mate under his *yellow* shield…


The clock

is

ticking

11:39:41

42

forty three,

four

and

five

tick

and

tock

F$^%in’ hell!

she has

*butterflies*

all around her;

drowning down

in her mind,

her own soul

and

her veins.

S

3 thoughts on “Tick & Tock

  1. Anonymous

    Shadan jan ,
    I remember in one of your posts you mentioned how your writing has been improved since you have started this blog, would you mind to say some tips on how you did that and what do you recommend

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