Time Eater

Time Eater

It’s late, but I find myself here again
Watching nonsense til my eyes burn bright red
My Bedtime has passed; its long after ten
Sneaking upstairs to munch on fancy bread

Really, I can’t sleep alone anymore
The warm heat you used to give off was nice
But now you separate me from the world
I let you eat my time and roll my dice

It’s the time eater, the devil himself
Staining my eyes until my young brain melts.

Katie Ator | ’20

1 thought on “Time Eater”

  • Oh damn. Either I’m stupid, and it was staring me in the face the whole time, or this is one of those poems where the purpose just snaps into place with the last line. I was sitting there with a blank stare on my face until I finished the last line, and then the poem proceeded to snap my neck. The best kind of poem, really.

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