The 13th Hour

The constant ticking of the second hand is pulsating through my mind, this taunting clock has subtracted my days from thirty to eight. As my weary eyes become intrigued by the Cheshire cat moon grinning in tonight’s midnight sky, my heart beats through my eardrums making it impossible to ignore.

No hoodie tonight, for this october night is once again eerily warm. As these Santa Ana winds kiss the freckles on my arms, my thoughts are blazing. The thunderstorm has added a beautiful lightening show in my cerebral. Eight days…tic…tic..tic.

This nearing thirteenth hour remains undecided. 

Now can I lay underneath you while they play all the previews and I’ll pretend like I’m restin’, maybe you’ll skip to the end…. -MGK

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