Wednesday, April 4, 2012



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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