jagged knife pressed against my throat
time on that ragged edge
like a vein ready to burst
the man's hand's shaking
a drop of time's falling
along that rough edge
time beating on the doors of my chest
time pressing time pressing
and cold lifeless time pressed
eager eager for starving mouths
time starting and ending all drouths
the tip of his fingers reaching
time is all I had in my hands
until that broken knife
came spilling time all over my hands
I can hear the drip-drip of time
in that backstreet perfectly chime
time flowing mirroring life
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