The Ominous Clock Hands
Her look of terror was incredibly real
In spite of her age, those hands made her feel
Something surreal was happening with that clock.
She stared as the hands turned human; she was in shock.
We did not know how she was killed that day.
She was dead on arrival, according to the old nurse Fay.
No one saw the hands again until it was spied by Ms. Light.
As she watched the hands form into weapons, she died of fright.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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