As the hours build
One stacked upon another
Like an epic game of jenga
I find my lungs grow tired
I hold my breath
Divvy up the allowed gasps
To chunks of minutes
That count down to when
I can feel you again
About the Creator
Emily McGuff
Author of Crystalline (self-published on Amazon)
Lover of lyrics and poetry.
Obsessed with sci-fi and fantasy.
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