Chronos’ bastard

I’m a broken clock

hoping that eyes

would catch me

only when I’m right

once in the morning

once in the afternoon

I’m a broken clock

hoping that they won’t

flip me and see

the missing parts

and leave me

I’m a broken clock

creating my past

from the greasy

and dusty kitchen

you put me in

 

Thilleli G.

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