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Tick tock
Times running out
No time to escape
You've sealed your fate
Tick tock
Your heart slows
Your breath strains
Your body aches
Tick tock
One last breath
One last beat
One last look
Tick tock
Fade to black
Times up
At least on Earth
Tick tock
You awaken
You're alive
In another life
Tick Tock
Still dead
Still lost
Just no longer human
Tick Tock
Just a spirit
A lost soul
In an endless realm
Tick Tock
No turning back
You're stuck
Only to hear
Tick...
Tock...
Tick...
Tock...
Forever
Literature
She Really Doesn't Understand
She really doesn’t understand,
How you treat her the way you do.
She loved you more than anything,
She thought you loved her too.
She dies a little more each time
She sees you out with her.
She cries herself to sleep at night,
Then dreams that you love her.
You used to tell her she was pretty,
And how you loved her more each day,
Now she’d give anything,
Just to have you there to stay.
You don’t see that she misses you,
Each night the pain gets stronger,
And when she finally talks to you,
She wants it to be longer.
She doesn’t really understand
why she loves you so.
You were her one and only,
She had to watch you j
Literature
You said....
You told me “friends forever”,
More like ‘friends for now’,
As your sweet promises
Were just lies I allowed.
You said “we are best friends”,
More like ‘friends at best’,
As your solid affirmations
Were all digressed.
You told me “I need you”
More like ‘you need me’
As your statements
Were my last plea.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
I’m left here all alone
Trying, in us, to believe.
Literature
eggshell
minimalist kitchen,
old-fashioned in porcelain
and linoleum tiles.
grandma's snowy hair
bounces in fluffed curls
as she stirs the antique bowl
of creamy mashed potatoes.
her knitted wool socks
carefully step over
drops of melted butter,
and she whistles a tune
I don't recognize,
her eyes milky with cataracts
and her fingernails trim and cracked
on the spoon.
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For the Monday prompt by 
When I think "Winthin the Spirit Realm I tend to think about spending an eternity in one place after you die and thats wher this came from
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I love it! 