Tick-Tock

A Poem by Introverted Author

I was a bit delirious and hopped up on meds and in a half dream-state when I "dreamt" this in class.

"Twenty minutes," the girl in the white dress sang, "tick-tock, tick-tock. Twenty minutes."

The girl giggled and bounced away, her white dress dancing around her and her blonde hair waving along behind her.

*Ping. . . Ping. . . Ping. . .*

With every passing minute that's all you heard.

The girl in the red dress came out of her corner in the bathroom, frightened, she slowly crept out into the bleached white hallways.

Under the bright, white lights she noticed the girl had left behind her pink ribbon that had been holding her braid together.

"You forgot yo-!"

With that she stopped, looking up she saw the girls dress was no longer white and her hair no longer blonde; dripping from her hands was a thick, dark, red substance. The little girl in the stained dress slowly raised her head, and in her eyes was a look of pure evil.

In the sweetest voice you'd ever heard she said,

"Tick-tock, your time is up."

© 2014 Introverted Author

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jonah

hmmm it's kinda hard for me to recognize what imagery this poem tries to depict but it's good. The sudden, sharp horror in the ending was unexpected, which is great.