.
.
when sleepless nicotine
lined the whites of my eyes
and i held the ink in my hands
-- the muse in my
wrist, going "flick-a! flick-a!"
at the raising of a
literary eyebrow,
just once
to cheat on the clock
(( 10:29 PM, just stop
and I swear to you
I'll never call him
again.))
what -- even the clock
caught me
flirting with contraband?
Author notes
so experimental, it hurts.
A contest entry
- Quickie - 10 Minutes - 2 by Melissa Gayle.
300 points, ended April 19, 2007, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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This is extremely witty! The thought of even time stopping to take notice... cute. Can't cheat Time...
It reminded me of those endless nights of trying to cheat time somehow, when I had a lot of homework and felt so sleepy and wanted to do other things. No matter what I tried to do, Time always got the better of me... and still does! -
I didn't like the ending - in fact I would have ended it at 'again'.
It's not the strongest that I have seen from you but it is still well done.
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