Rock Bottom
Committed to the comfort
she found in her own
disaster
Unbeknownst…
even unto
herself
Right in the middle
of her tracks
She stopped
(again).
Not one more
poor me
another
Became some-
thing new
Ice cubes fell
into nothing
neat.
Stirred.
Shaken.
Frozen.
Cemented… she stood
stopped then
crumbled
Fragments slowly
reconfigured
on the floor.
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I like how you walk me through a breakdown. I like it that ice cubes are messy. The way the stirred liquid hardens and becomes a metaphor for the fractured self. Such a strong economy of words. Well done!
Thanks Linda!