Counting

Seconds click along his spine. Climb into his hair to root in his scalp. They stack into minutes, minutes that drag and bleed and burn. Jagged nails chase the hours that grow hidden behind his ears. Behind phantom memories and thoughts, seeping into his dreams—when he can—into the air he breathes, tainting his body with the press of time.

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