Jennifer Pickering

The seconds move slowly,

drifting from the screen.

Time is endless now.

Each word is thought out,

given meaning.

The seconds move faster now,

quickening,

each second dispersing as I attempt to find direction.

Was this a waste of seconds?

Or this?

Or this?

Or all that came before?

I have no time to worry now.

Time is halfway through,

I have to finish but I haven’t begun.

Frantic,

I move my hands over the keyboard,

choosing the first word that jumps into my head.

Hoping spelling mistakes avoid me

as I have no time to correct them.

Time waits for no one.

It drains faster,

my heart is faster,

my fingers,

faster.

10 seconds,

5,

this is it,

I think.

It is.

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This piece was inspired by this constrained writing prompt from Reddit. If you wish to check out anymore of my prompt work check my Reddit user name UndercoverDumbledore or check my Writing Exercises page as found at the top of this site.