VHS Tape

Fast forward through moments like a VHS tape

it’s a skim through of cool hues

blood reds

orange sunset goodbyes

scan through the tape and hear glimpses

half felt laughters

detailed whimpers

unprocessed offers

Then take out the tape

and store it away with Shirley Temples

and fouly aged filmography

Or do what no one dares

and rewind

see the corpse dancing on the floor

hear the wet silence

the phone on hold

I dare you to witness

my world tremor

I trust you won’t stick around

once you’ve watched the full film.

Good riddance,

I don’t waste time on careless viewers