Mixed Metaphors
I was thinking of a poem—
I am walking
Along the edge of a second hand.
My footfalls tick,
Tick,
Tick,
Echoing against asphalt
Marked in minutes.
Hands reach out
Searching for exit signs—
Checking as mileage
Traces my jawline.
When did the hours
Become lines on a highway?
#Poetry
about 2 months ago