Replay
There are times when
I glance for a moment
In the mirror and
The imprint on my forehead.
My mind presses play
On a clip of the past
Drowning in dust and nearly forgotten.
It’s all in a second, my eyes flash and
I’m back on the bottom of the stairs
Taking one small foot upwards each step,
But without sign or any warning
My foot glides forward on the surface;
My head pulled by force and my body tumbles.
Flashes of wood and brown strike at my eyes
Until finally, nothing moves.
Then tears cry out and
My voice grows into a giant
Shaking the walls with every step.
Footsteps scream beside my ears, but they stop and
I see my mirror again and
The imprint on my forehead.