Peter Jastermsky
Irvine, California, USA

Tiny Murders

It’s the visceral feeling in one’s foot, the unforgiving sound one remembers. You accidentally crush a snail. Your foot soon settles after meeting a brief resistance.

One does not aspire to tiny murders. The descending shadow of your foot should have been a dead giveaway. It is the duty of the small to proceed with caution. The footsteps now rushing towards you will soon have their own lesson to learn.

This is the most tragedy two can share and still stay strangers.

killing frost
the fireplace remembers
which secrets we burn