Stopping himself,
sensing he had said
something she’d surely take wrong,
he swiftly switched subjects.
But to her,
the sensation was scissors,
and so his pause,
felt a century.
And while he searches
for something different,
a subtle switch to shade the damage -
her heart begins to slowly split.
Vampire’s road trip: We want to drop a line saying we were here!
http://flatlinerbooks.wordpress.com/2013/01/29/i-wanna-go/
Three verses, twelve lines capture a nonosecond during which the world tilts. Magnificent! This took concept and scope and uses language so precise that no word is redundant or superfluous. I very much enjoyed this piece. Thank you and well done.