A splash,
A mark.

Folding out
The makings

Of a good tale,
A page

Blotted on.
A scar,

A searing of burns,
Cutting up

Life
Into tiny

Compartments;
Step to

Step,

Toe to
Heel to

Toe.
A trail of memory

Strewing,
Tendril like

Spattered wine.
Like a stain

That never
Dies.