Shock.
Vision gone, the future curtains
Sight, the events about to play due
From this catastrophic moment.
Cold, broken, frightened, alone.
Heart nose-dives from ribs, plunging
to depths of guts and terror.
Time’s hands switch to feet
Strolling away, dreams tucked in pockets.
Blood pumping icy shards beneath bumpy flesh.
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