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Broken
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Shorties On the wall
a yellow clicking clock strikes
a midnight hour
I know all about yellow clocks
so intricate,
like flesh,
designed for the passage of
time
but time can break a girl of any sort
It is Wednesday, I think.
The days run together like
nervous sentences
and they brood along without consciousness
Yes, I know all about the broken.
I have no clue what yellow
I have no clue what yellow clocks are but I love this poem anyways! I had to read it outloud the second time through. It sounds even better that way. The pauses I took help to put emphasis on the words putting their meaning into my mind instead of simply putting words together to form sentences.
Sentences With Nervous Conditions
Personified and delightfully constructed - a sentiment of journeys here - cool write ~~A~~