A
spiraling metal burrow packed with the bits and pieces that hurt the
most...guilt, shame, loneliness, and desire. After all this time
it's hard to know which would feel worse; the sting of regret, or the pressure
and pain of all that poison exploding into my head. More likely, there'd be no
feeling at all, just moments and memories flashing in my mind's eye. It
doesn't feel like much now, but that'll change when the bell finally tolls.
In the instant it takes to decide all the trivial moments of a life spent
wandering will be gone, left once and for all to spill out in a coppery red
wash of silent relief. I often wonder which is darker...honesty or its
spreading stain? Come for me if you can, cry for me if it so pleases, or
just sit there and let the air and sound seep from your gaping jaw. Just
don't be taken aback. I'm still wandering and writing
in unknown lands, after all.
-Jim Franks
