time now waterproof

drops like paint brushes on my skin

hints of salt burn the edge of my lips

along with the stream of makeup – called waterproof

i can’t feel my heart, or my breath

but the blood pounding in my brain

tick, tock, tick, tock

time takes forever

as my thoughts go into labor

deliver ideas that surely die

Image

tick, tock, tick, tock

time takes forever

as the 2nd generation ideas

steal my mind from my weak grasp

like a broken faucet whose water leaks

into a clogged sink bound to overflow

my eyes keep spilling water on this – my worn face

and it makes an escape not without burning first

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