As my body becomes an hourglass
I run out of time
Sand trickling down and down
The golden grains filling my hips
Until they’re plump
The thinnest fragile part of me
Becomes a handle
For people to grab and turn
To please them as they play their games
And admire my movements
My chest is now full
But inside it’s empty
As I watch their eyes trace
Down down and down
Until I’m no longer human
My youth is lost
This new soft hourglass body
Is no longer mine
Because my curves have come in
And I’ve run out of time
