Trauma looks like my kitchen clock.
they are dead
and the second hand stutters,
I imagine every inconsequential twitch
is a plea for the freedom
it will never see again.
When its futile heart finally gives out,
I won't try to fix the timepiece
because after all its wasted sufferings,
allowing again such a disjointed tic
would be a deeper level of cruelty.
The prompt was "the second-hand of a clock" from =QuiEstInLiteris. The first few attempts were dreadful, until I remembered the poor clock behind me in the kitchen. It makes me sad to look at, as there is something dreadfully heartbreaking about a second-hand that tries to move forward, but can't.
Congratulations on the well-deserved DLD, lovely!
Thank you so much!!!
Congratulations on the DLD, dear! Well deserved.
This is lovely. So sad and poignant. Congrats on the DLD!
The hour hand is broken on the clock, too. It only points to 6 because the gears can't move it up.
Yup! Hence why I said the hour and minute hand are dead. Are we ever going to put a different clock up?
Very sad, but good.
The concept is really unique and interesting and it could not be written in a better way my dear.
beautiful (for want of a better word ) XD <3
So very true!
I love the ending! You've got really stark images, too!