A pulse.

A pulse.

The breath

Of life.

I wait.

I close in

I slink closer

I anticipate the feeling welling up in my marrow but

I hesitate at the very last second when I get

So very, very close to it, why not just take the last step

Leap forward into that perilous unknown we all know so well, and then I hesitate-

I stop.

I turn.

I freeze

And melt

With shame.

The blood.

Fills my head

Swells, balloon-like

About

To pop.

I burst.

Deflate.

I'm calm.

And empty.



Penned by my hand on the 14th of Valnuary, in the year 659 AF.