Time's Up.

One. Two. Three.
The dark is all you see.
Four. Five. Six.
Body made of sticks.
Seven. Eight. Nine.
Start practicing your lines.

You're fine.

One. Two. Three.
Skirts below the knee.
Four. Five. Six.
Guilty pleasure fix.
Seven. Eight. Nine.
The memories rewind.

You're fine.

One. Two. Three.
Wandering aimlessly.
Four. Five. Six.
Piling on the bricks.
Seven. Eight. Nine.
Breaking down your spine

You're fine.

Ten. Nine. Eight.
Redemption is too late.
Seven. Six. Five.
Forgot you were alive.
Four. Three. Two.
Who remembers you?

No One.