Like dominoes and decks of cards
they fell upon the broken shards
their lives and dreams
lay on the floor like ripped up strips
of paper
trying to arrange them back into
order
jumbled up
by the way they have fallen.

Taking up the pieces with arthritic claws
hunched up bodies and foetal crawls
the pieces melt between their fingers
and absorb into the splintered floorboards
bloodied fingers nails from trying to scratch
them out
no longer existing but in their minds,
trying to scratch them out, to see them again with
their eyes,
and feel them again
in the same way.

No more new memories
they feel at the sockets that used to
be their eyes,
a shadow whispers from above
"They all fall down."
and the darkness bleeds into the light.