Reverse: A poem

dark emotions
Katherine Qiu/Staff

I sit.

And I watch as life runs in reverse.

 

I watch blood pull back into broken bodies

Into skulls cracked like the cellphones beside them and the car frames above

Into noses bent and mouths filled with chipped ceramic for teeth

Into wrists and arms and thighs marked with tiger stripes of sorrow.

 

I sit.

And I watch as life runs in reverse.

 

I watch pills crawl back up throats

Back onto the tongues and off of the black gums of junkies

Like a symphony, a firing line one after another from the lips of the damned

Clattering, no, splattering, onto the floor after one more failed attempt.

 

I sit.

And I watch as life runs in reverse.

 

I watch broken bones grind back into place

Yes the bones like their owners scream in dismay as they settle back into line

As arms unbend and legs extend and the crooked arch of necks re-blend

And it all falls back into place.

 

I sit.

And I watch as life runs in reverse.

 

I watch bullets travel back from their transient, warm-bodied homes

Back into metal hollows

Pulled from tissue, from viscera and bone

And wherever their irony tendrils have grown

Back from the skull that holds the mind: alone.

 

I sit.

And life is no longer running in reverse.

 

Now it runs forward as I cap the orange bottle

Now it runs forward as I stow the razor blade

Now it runs forward as I gently close my window

Now it runs forward as I let the aching fade.

 

Now it runs forward as I dress myself in silence

Now it runs forward as I burn the words I wrote

Now it runs forward as I grab lunch and my ID

Now it runs forward as I don my white coat.

 

I stand.

I walk.

And life goes on once more.

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