how to not die alone(on hold)

early grave

everyday feels less like a clock and more
like an hourglass.
all these seconds, this dust, this ticking,
its burying me alive
so im starting to wonder
if time could hold weight and
suffocate you,
press into your skin your ribs,
dunes running across eyelids,
sand spilling from your mouth until you
woke up the next morning
and realised your head wasnt on the right way.