Time stifles in this place. The hours and seconds stick to the skin, pierce it. Better to ignore its passing, though that’s not possible.
AHHH. I could physically feel/imagine this. Bone chilling, TWISTED shit. **context; this is in the nursing home, and he’s watching his dad stare blankly through the window out at the garden, no recognition in his eyes for the black bird perched on a branch**
