Tight Cuff of Worry
by Ruben M.
· 05/12/2025
Published 05/12/2025 09:37
The cuff wraps tight, a squeeze on my skin,
measuring silence, where thoughts should have been.
Numbers flash stark, like shadows on walls,
the weight of the stillness, like heavy, bound calls.
Each tick of the dial echoes fears I won’t speak,
a silent alarm, the tension unique.
Breath held within, as the world blurs and bends,
a moment suspended, the clock never ends.