Chris Magazine

Like a cartoon
You see it coming
That wrecking ball
Its full arc completed
It’s return inevitable now
Heading straight for you
But you stand in its path
It grows larger
It’s shadow quickly moving over the ground
You wait
You know, yet you wait
And then
You are crushed
Again
Yet like a cartoon
You rise
And turn to watch it finish another arc
And return again
You wait
For the crush
Maybe
If you are lucky
One time
It will finish you