Time in a Bottle
By: Christopher Bice

I walk aimlessly across the enchanted sands, trapped forever within this glass of time. My mind buffeted and ripped apart just as my body becomes frail and useless. Time holds no meaning here. Emotions are nonexistent. There is only the swirling of the sands, forever turning in a whirlpool of madness. Soon I will drown in the depths of despair as the sands drain, my final escape from this torturous existence.

Suddenly I feel your hands upon me. Mockingly you caress me. With a sneer you turn my world upside down and condemn me to another eternity of endless time.


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