The Flash

I wonder how it all got started,

this notion of your life

flashing before your eyes in the end.

Like cut reels of sepia tones coiling

into some inextricable lump of 

memory.

Doubtless, the highlights of an

otherwise mediocre lineup of 

birthday parties and immature 

escapades, characterized moreso

by regret than any other,

feeling.

I wonder,

is there darkness in death?

Instead of some monolithic beam

of pure white light,

merely flickers of tuna fin silver

brushing against numbing

eyeballs as limbs slowly sink deeper

into the waters at twilight.

I wonder,

Will it hurt? This last act

I've been waiting to take 

the stage for.

Malignant in the waiting,

positively terrified at the

prospect.

I can only wonder

as I wait

in no particular hurry.

Reviews

[Kathryn]

wow!! I really liked that!! Your good! Keep writing!!

[PoeticSorcery]

who knows. the world has certainly been changed by something over the years, and one can longer remember how it all got started.

you certainly paint vivid imagery of your thoughts in this piece, which I can very much appreciate.