When I looked up at the sand pouring down
And mixing with my hair
It seemed so long till
I would soon run out of air
And pushing back terror
I basked in the ephemeral ecstasy
Of my own ignorant peril
No shards of glass
Will hold me
Suspended
Demented
In time
The future is too far away
To ponder sunsets
And the sliding of a day
Gasping
And clinging on
I never saw it this close
And heaving I still don’t quite know
How I underestimated the slipping grains
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this sort of reminds me of jasmine in aladdin at that part where jafar traps her in an hourglass. in a good way! the last line is my favorite part.
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this is super good.
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