Long
Time went on forever and ever and ever and fucking ever
I hadn’t asked it to. I didn’t decide. It just ran on and on
and on
And on and on and on.
We were heading towards the night shift – my eyes had called
it a day.
It was a bloody long way back to bed, and I had to walk.
There was all this space to trip over and air to navigate.
I trudged through the room, falling over the vacuum, hitting
the softness of the walls.
Isobel Knight
© 2012
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