Doth the Clock Keep Ticking?

A Five-Line Sensory Poem

By Daniel J. HeckPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Adrien Robert on Unsplash

How did I breathe? I inhale, the feathery pillowcase sticks to my nose.

The subconscious was in charge, the fan blows from ten feet away.

Smack. I lose track of how many times the alarm has gone off

After my fist slams the snooze button, and my swollen wrist flares.

I lick lips and taste gums, having not brushed my teeth.

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About the Creator

Daniel J. Heck

Poet, journaler, short fiction composer, interactive story writer, board game designer. I believe in the power of multiple creative voices within one person, and of variety as the spice of life!

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