Avalanche

One little thing

Turns to another 

And another, tumbling

and turning, rolling and

growing with each tear as 

energy compacts within me

I feel that lump in my throat because

I know the avalanche is on its way down

the mountain on its way to disaster because

down at the bottom is an explosive mess just

like me, please excuse me I'm a mess, can't form

whole sentences, can't figure out how to spell simple things

and you ask the unaskable, undoable, most painful question

and I hate it and you know it and so do I but you ask it anyway

because you hate yourself though I love you but that will never be

enough, will it. I don't want to hear that question again, and I don't want

to hear you say that word again, that little harmless two-syllable word just

like that unbearable two-syllable command, more of a plead, because I'd never

do it, but you still beg, and it tears me apart, I'm coming apart, please gather me up

before I blow away in the wind, down the mountain to join the avalanche of my creation