Finally, I remember what it was that I treasured.
But it’s too late.
Split and shred their components.
Stop them.
Tear them to pieces for having the audacity not to suffer while I do.
It was in my arms once.
I held it in my arms once.
Plummeting into the dark, following that song, I held it in my arms.
Stacking, pulsing.
Oh, I daresay, I daresay…