Terminal Ticking


Doctors chime in and out

examining beeps.

Faster and slower,

always on time.

Thy naked head

often in gaze of worry.

Medicine licks

my inner core.

It jumps and spins,

but never heels.

Like a canine

tied for years.

The beeps stop,

it seems my time is up.

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