Killing Time

Rie Sheridan Rose

I didn’t mean to do it…
To waste all those precious moments
that I should have treasured
like diamonds or bitcoin.

I dawdled over demitasse,
lingered through lunch,
diddle-daddled at dinner.
I never thought about the

consequences.

I should have been more focused,
driven by the needs of the many,
borne up on the wants of the few.
Instead, I come to this…

Sentenced to discover the ultimate
end of time…
When the hands reach 2:00,
and the spikes strike home….

Will I find time to scream?

(originally an ekphrastic poem for the Ladies of Horror flash project)