It shouts at me,
Into the silence.
I ignore it like I ignore the pounding in my head.
The heartbeat in my ears reminds me to breathe,
My lungs filling with sand as I retch out
Filling the paper with fire and brimstone,
Ignoring the way I suffocate in the smoke.
The numbers like to wink at me,
Starting at 9:53
Why do they flash 12:16 now?
My lungs pour their sand into an hourglass,
Over and over
Until I have all the time in the world
Until it is morning.
And then I begin again.