A Site of Pure Fiction

15 Minutes

Originally written 8/3/06

I have 15 minutes to kill
And I find it’s dying very slowly.
My gun is out of bullets, you see,
And a knife is just too damn bloody.
I wrapped my fingers around its throat,
But the 15 minutes responded in kind.
Gradually, we strangle each other–
Who will win this time?

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