Time

I sit in the cold hard chair against the wall. I stare at the clock.
Tick tock- –
The chair is dead. The wall is dead. The clock is dead.
I stare at the clock.
Tick- –
The numbers start oozing down the clock face on straight paths. They make their way down the wall to the floor. The hands elongate and snake their way, following.  Soon several slimy, wirey appendages are slithering towards me, still anchored to the face of the clock. They creep up to my feet mounted on the floor and wound themselves around my ankles and the chair, working up my legs and body. I am bound.
Thump thump thump thump my heart is pounding.
I hear my name.
The clock has numbers and hands.
I exit.

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