Life Ticks

Life Ticks

He clutched his chest

But where a heart

Should be

Was a watch

Ticking

Around the icon

He mistakenly assumed

Was a part of him.

Ticking

A fain glow under

His white shirt

Blinked on

And off

Its colors burned so bright

The man melted around it

Until the device laid unburdened

In a white puddle

Ticking

Published by Author R.K. Gold

New Orleans based author and business consultant. View all posts by Author R.K. Gold

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