bent to feel

i won't disclose, but it was the most terrifying thing to be informed of.
the most terrifying thing to be involved in.
having to hear the news.
and the re-cap.
and distinguish the discontent.
and attempt to remember the impossible.
maybe even a few moments before that? improbable.
threatening the very existence of anything precious
in the form of my memories.
threatening so much more than that.
pure blackmail.
and i still won't articulate, but I explicitly won't forget..
not withstanding and regardless that I still don't remember...
those ten minutes to me passed in what felt like a fraction of a second.
a blink. the simple involuntary action of a blink.
wish I could say the same for my counter-part,
because that lifetime (formally known
as my ten minutes) was
proportionately
petrifying in a completely asymmetrical way.
watch for the chest to fall.