I'm melting.
Time is running out.
My big hand has slowed
My hour hand has broken down completely.
Half of me lays here, the other half trickles off the edge of the block I rest upon.
My gold frame liquidates
My glass case liquidates
My numbers slide through the goo that was once my strong body.
I see the silver clock
As he, too, melts away into nothing,
Flimsy and broken as he sits on the branch beside me
Looking like nothing more than a pancake.
Another falls over an old, unwanted blanket
Her platinum circle dripping onto the sand of the beach,
Her hands melting into nothing
And she no longer is able to tick-tock or keep time.
Our time to keep time has timed out
And we are now nothing more than melting clocks melting.
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