Alone

BY JILLIAN CORMIER

A quick slip

Morphs into a fall

And a cascade emerges.

 

Memories

That you clung to,

Were sweetly fading

Until you held them in vice grips.

Let them go -

But…

What harm could it do?

 

Under examination;

The scalpel cuts tracks in your heart,

The tweezers pull at crumbling flesh,

And you tumble

Into a widening maw,

Spine buckling as you reach the bottom.

The impact catches in your throat.

 

Images flicker -

A phonograph of emotion -

They twirl about you in a sickening dance.

You should have left it alone.