Poisoned Paradise

Fucking bloody murderous hell. I’m doing it again. I dropped black ink on the white sands of paradise, scuffed it with my toe until it was streaky and horrendous. 

All I wanted to do was admire the picture but I knocked the puzzle off the table and all the little pieces flew under the couch. 

I’m a rag doll flung into the air. Limp flesh tumbling through grey sky. Arms wheeling, hair floating, at the pinnacle of my rise, preparing for the fall. 

I need to stop but how? I’m pumping the brakes but I forgot I cut the line and called it personality. I’m heading for a crash, a big one. The sort where the paramedics arrive and look at the bloody streak of asphalt and say, “Not even a seat belt would’ve saved her.”

I shivered when he touched my arm.