times throne

times throne

Time sit in a shadowless room on a floral print throne covered in old hairs…
indifferent to your comings and goings.

The veins in her cankles pudge over the elastics in her socks
as she sits in her cheap terry cloth robe, remote in hand.

You can wish her to speed up, or slow down,
but Time is a bitter ruler and her way is the only way.

 

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