Thursday, January 9, 2014

Killing Time

Swift, silent, and unseen, everywhere and nowhere. Around me and beside me. Propelling me forward and holding me back. Killing me slowly; a savior for bottled sand.

I reached out into the nothingness and buried the blade deep into its chest. The flurry of movement died on the floor.

Sands ceased to fall. My heartbeat slowed ever so slightly. I sat down in disgust. I knew what happened next.

It stirred. But this time I didn't have the heart to stab it again.


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