4. [pocket watch in a snow globe]

You are a pocket watch in a snow globe,

sockets rocking and eyes closed,

stop: you lock it inside, words contrived,

you’re locked, your stone cold—

Stop. That lie on your face,

your veil of lace

is erasing you untold.

Unfold—

you’re losing me, using me,

I used to be used to your games,

but you’re confusing, amusing but frail,

allusions stale,

it’s so old.

You are folded away while I decay,

I wait, I stay, but you have made me see

that in you, there is nothing left for me.









This was to play with sound. It was helpful to write, but it doesn't actually contain meaning. Pot of shame.