day THIRTEEN HUNDRED and FIFTY ONE

revenge 

someone
forgot
that
the
clocks
are
still
spying
on
him
soon
their
sinister
hands
will
be
pointing
their
tips
at
his
jugular
then
time
will
rip
the
seams
of
his
greedy
lifeline
wide
open
and
watch
the
last
drop
of
orange
slime
spill
out
erasing
the
numbers
and
leaving
nothing
but
satiated
smiles
on
their
faces

--Jenny Santellano