and she held the pocket watch in her left hand
and the chains on the other.
walking with pride,
she swung the watch once on his core
in an attempt to break her watch,
but she broke him instead.
she grew weak
and her watch began to function slowly.
the parts of its machine began to break down
and she began to bleed.
-n.d.
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Poetryhis name is blue. he's color blue. he thinks blue. he feels blue. he's always blue. ©aloeverasie2017