there will be time...

it is coming slowly lurking around corners whispers into my ear like the glass shards that fall off the piano murmuring in the background it washes over me laid back against the steep sand bunker the raw salt it washes over me silent malevolent tiny crabs claws sharp and unspent scuttle around my inert slumbering body till they completely surround and pang goes the rubber band snapped sounds of distinct ambiguous oblivion