Hours become wreckage
seconds become ash
at her touch as she walks through
the darkest past and the brightest future.
It all comes undone,
one year can go by in a heartbeat
or she can stretch a second out for infinity
Whenever she wants
is broken into pieces,
I’ve seen dawn drown
and dusk destroyed.
All I ever wanted was to watch
as she wields time to her whim,
it’s almost beautiful.
If only it didn’t hurt so much
to be lost to that touch.
She’s alone in her eternity
racing through infinity
looking for an end that does not exist.
There’s no escape, she suffers for it.
For a touch she didn’t ask for.
NaPoWriMo – Day 20