Time is nowhere to be seen.
I gave it a suspended sentence when I found it in someone else's bathroom downing cups of fermented metaphors. My frightened eyes hid in the shadow of your voice. I'm through with babysitting for Time's lost moments. Let the triumphant hunter suck spent bullets from the sun's time-riddled corpse. Got drunk instead on mass-wine, so they nailed my breath on the organ's loudest roar, afraid that I might stare through the wedding gown of their fallen nun.