poem: entropy

DO YOU FEEL IT?

AAAAAAAAAH

The dragging?
The pulling?

hooks in your hands,
like fish-catchers,
small, sharp, stabbed between your fingers
sewn onto thin threads, like one sows clothes with,

pulling, pulling

the thread — threat — of time

time
dime
die!
-ing, slowly, quickly, FAST

PANG, DEAD.

yet it takes so long,
and so much of it a torturous gift

do you hear it?
me, I mean, screaming

the agony of being ripped apart from inside by entropy