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Till the Hourglass Stops by Millie Mitchell, Long Road Sixth Form College

February 2022

We’re running out of time,

You and I.

Always watching as the timer

Ticks down.

We know it’ll end,

It always does,

But that doesn’t make it

Any easier.

The anticipation beats

Alongside our hearts,

Chiming and knelling,

Squeaking like our coffin’s hinges.

The black and white roses,

The spirals and the clocks.

A monotone skeleton

Of the decaying memories

That slip away like sand

In our fractured hourglass.

A formalin desperation

Drowns our thoughts,

As we scramble to preserve

Our remaining days.