Slow Burn
The fire
Rages forward.
On edge,
We sit with these
Hands gripping the core
Of the time.
Watching.
Don't look down.
Waiting.
Hold it down.
Put it out.
The flames eat away
At the sound of the clock.
Stop.
Time restarts again.
Date: May 18, 2020
Title: Slow Burn
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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