A Whisper

A Whisper

A whisper from the back

of my mind comes to the surface.

Just do it.

I want to.

Red, hot, the desire to do it

is strong and urgent.

The Box has been opened, now,

and all hope is gone.

My last hope.

My last chance to make it better.

Anger.

I see red again.

A scramble of thoughts,

another whisper…

Just do it.

How can I do it?

How will I do it?

What will happen to me?

The hot metal is burning my hand.

Crimson thoughts,

another whisper…

Just do it.

I lift my hand,

and take aim.

Do it!

He’s right here,

this is your chance,

Do it!

At the last minute,

my thoughts reverse,

my aim reverses,

I did it.

                                    Xenia Hopps