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
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.

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justanotherscreename's picture

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.

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Sentences With Nervous Conditions

Personified and delightfully constructed - a sentiment of journeys here - cool write ~~A~~