the tangency of being eluded
uncertainties swallow you whole
what happened to your vocal chords
one false move and the floor is swept from under your feet
there is no where to go
no where to see
what happened to the air
a captivating smell
it brings you back to your grandma's house, November 3, 1993
the terror fades and comfort forms
all is gone
nothing happened, only an afterthought.
