The torture of a moment

Time froze to warn me of future
reflecting a horror of the moment that will happen
to remind that it can not be turned back

in blisses of seconds, a void filled my ears
eyes flew over to witness my weakness and to engrave
it into sparkling paths of my cells

that will forever remind me of a moment I didn’t want;
time will set mirrors on the corners of the streets
and on winds of today’s scents that will show me

a reflection of my own monstrosity every time I’ll smile –
and time froze to warn me of future
which will be hunted by the torture of a flash.

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