Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

Time and Time Again

As I slept,

the clocks crept backwards,

breaking the rules and breaking time and space,

and even though I had asked for a break from their torment,

they basked in toying with me,

for a few hours,

because I was always their favourite girl,

but they were always more in love with the thrill of being cruel.

Time ticks on, and so do I,

but nothing is ever the same.

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