Tick Tock

I've got the wind of ticking, 
Dashing across my skin.
Dodging 'round the goose bumps,
Cackling at my whim.

Running for my life to keep,
Racing on towards death.
Waiting for the time to trip,
Grasping at my breath.

I've got the hand of turning,
Tightening up the slack,
I'm running,
Out of thread,
But I'm never looking back.

-HM