A Break in the Line
The metal threads of silver and slivers slip into the tips of an ungloved man. A boy in the way he thinks of rescue. Like someone won't be there, so he'll do the saving. The wire pulls in the vertical drop of dark matter with no stop and the mirror only reflects back present time and hides away what's to come. He wraps his mind and focuses his eyes on the eyes staring back from the darkness. They look just like his and in true glow like his mother's, his hair and chin seem appropriately place. Still the steel rope pulls and he anchors his stance and stays in his plant of earth and human grip on gravity. Shoulders tense, cervical bends and biceps to forceps to floor steps... closer in. Now the inches can be measured nose to nose with his dark passenger. Teeth grind away the dentin to expose a canal built for sugary hell, screaming in hot white sudden pain like his nerves are strings tapped into his brain, like his dreams made him feel in his earlier days. A man dressed...