⌛️ HOUR GLASS
an allegory of the earth curvature
my eyes popped out while tracing
down your continental drift. Just
like hour glass, your sand keep
seeping out of my finger each
time I tried: to hold you or
touch you or feel you
with my cold arms
but you're just
an air.
tonight I will
sit and watch you
unsheathe yourself as
a sword from a scabbard
naked as a truth, a bare blade
I will watch your two eyes turn
bloods-&-guts, ready to pierce me
you're the time I won't run out of
cut me into pieces of poison berry
©® Jamiu Ahmed
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