Time After Time

muscles of the clock shook me awake, as i neared the slim margin between dusk and dawn, having slipped up - intensity of dread — soft sunlight alarms the blinds. i attempt to rise, entangled in shifting sheets. dripping sweat from every pore, my feet meet the floor and i race to the shower. . . precariously washing. hair still soaking wet, i shift into drive posthaste, find the highway and i race. suddenly i slide to a stop, as the clock stands in my way, then wakes me up. 7/16/2019 Fives and Sevens Poetry Contest Sponsor - Joseph May Picture 4 *Time after time - repeatedly