I sit
Weak and bowed down
Watching each segment
Of yesterday's experience
Swirl in aqueous haste
As it drops into
The rippled water

I struggle
And finally manage to stand
All I can see
Are tiny squares of white
My hands reach out
To grasp the soft ivory pulp

I turn around
Folding the pulp gently
Careful not to break
The delicate seams
And with it I try to erase
The dark traces of past

I look
And in the corner of my eye
The glint of metal I see
I draw the taunting metal down
And in once decisive motion
Flush all the memories away