Slow Down

An hourglass filled with smoke

Beats spaced farther apart

Lukewarm, still

A reverie from nothing at all

Slow, it's all slowing down

A piece, you found a piece

As blood cooled in your veins

You lay, and you dream

Is

For months, for as long as you have been conscious, the gulls descend to eat you.  Open to the sky, you watch them root and pull and swarm and swallow.  You understand why they do it.  It's only natural.  But you hate them.

Compression

Sucking air through a pinhole from inside a sealed jar