By The Ditz
Date: 17 February 2001
A reflection of time!
Tick! Tick! Tick! The day is new as the sun slowly rises on my windowpane. The clock clicks its "good morning" to me as I replay the events of the night. "I love you baby," and then the connection goes dead as I tell myself once again, "this will end, this will end!" The time is noon and the clock whispers in my ear. Tick! Tick! I listen to it's "voice" as it repeats what I already know. "Tick! He loves me. He loves the me he thinks I am. Tick! Tick!" I softly cry into the night as the clock tells me at days end, "Tick! You're a vapor, a mist. Tick! Tick!" Just as a steam that rises to the coolness in order to regain it's solid form, I rise to the shadows of his mind to be whatever he thinks me. A thing of beauty? Tick! Tick! Not I. A mist over the sea then evaporated in the sun. I hover in the coolness waiting for his call. The clock taunts me with its slow moving hands. Tick! Tick! Tick! I see the outline of my skin. The form takes shape as the skin begins to solidify once again. Tick! Tick! I'm a prisoner. A prisoner of his love and devotion. Tick! Tick! I love him! Tick! I love him! Tick! I see his face as he enters the room. Tick! Tick! Tick! He sees what he always sees. The beauty he fell in love with. The beauty that is a vapor in the sun. Tick! Tick! He reaches out to me. My eyes gaze the reflection in the mirror. A porcelain doll held fast in his embrace. Tick! Tick! If he drops it I will break. Tick! I will break! Tick! Tick! Tick! The clock quietly returns to its melodious tune, as I return to my baby's lips. It's hands rush through in moments what took an eternity at suns rise. Tick! Tick! Tick! He leaves my embrace with his identity. An identity of truth. Tick! Tick! I leave his gaze to return to what I am. Tick! A vapor.
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