Now I’m Nothing

It can be the oddest thing that causes it. Just a tiny little thing.

The kind of thing that slowly tears a hole in the back.

Something flows in
or something pours out; I don’t know.

Don’t realize just how fragile it can all be, how much you’ve taken over time
and just one little thing

hits that sweet spot, right in the middle
and everything spiderwebs across …
like ice giving way underfoot …

I feel haunted by all the things I never imagined I’d remember again.

How do you scratch under the skin?

My insides, all black and white, suddenly dripping with color.