Destruction poetry by Ashley Pentycofe
I hold a picture of my life in my hands
Staring as if willing it to come to life
Slowly, movement happens
Right before my eyes it starts to disintegrate
I drop the photo onto the table
But it continues to turn to sand
Eroding away right before my eyes
Franticly I put my hand over my eyes
Willing what has happen to undo it’s self
My ears are attuned and I can hear each grain fall into place on the table
Suddenly just like it started it stopped
Slowly I uncover my eyes
On the table lie fragments of my life
I break down in tears of despair that flood the living room
My life washes away in front of my eyes
On the floor I lie curled up in a ball
Along and cold
Ashley Pentycofe 10-2-2012
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