Two Minute Freewrite: May 1st.
Surely the days are evil
And time shows no mercy
Motionless seconds ransacking my chances
When did the moon overtake the sun?
When did this breathlessness begin?
My mind running, my week running faster
Six and twenty days till sealed fate reaches
Times up, pens down
A bucket full of fresh nausea.
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