Killing Time

I pulled a knife out and lunged towards time. I stabbed chaotically until time bled, and time bled onto my fingers, dripping to the floor. I was smothered by time, and the time I hacked wouldn’t stop bleeding. It flooded the streets, and the seas, but time just wouldn’t die.

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