Tick Tock

"Tick Tock," talks the clock. Seconds, minutes, hours travel so quickly past me that the energy of their force keeps me glued to this shabby old couch.

A sea of threads, another hollow response, an internal chuckle. A sip of water, a now jagged fingernail, a glance at the clock that continues to talk.

Why do I listen to you with your every tick, your every tock? I am sure there are far more enticing things to do than sit here letting you mock.