an echo rings out
but no sound preceded
a fuzzy aura
halos that shouldn’t exist
recombinant memories
transcribed on
frozen flesh
a flurry of snapping bands
bands of thorns
a telltale trail of crimson
droplets sprinting

numbed to the horrors
certain to lurk in
the shadows of thought
lancing memories
a regurgitation of pain
in paralyzed state
as the reel slaps
the lights dim
and the home movies
stutter to life in
out of sync miseries
in the cathedral chiseled
in scar tissue and bone