And To Thee An Hourglass

suddenly in a gap between talking, he was taken over by a new page, turned mid flow, as he clutched his chest, creases betraying a defeated face as a thousand thoughts bottle-necked the wasp-waste of an end, the hourglass about to crash to the floor, his hourglass, his time, his eyes and through the mist and haze, he had never felt so alone, clamminess whitewashed his pain as the seat shuddered beneath him, his eyes overwhelmed with fear, dewing wetter with each fading beat, my heart thy final judge, only tomorrow would know whether he was going to start his life sentence for murder as the courtroom looked on before an ushered and craned departure