“Don’t step on the cracks, or you’ll break your mother’s back!”
I hear them screaming as I run home
I’d taken my time
I’d walked with care –
A momentary lapse in concentration –
I fell into the aperture of doom
I burst through the door
Tears on my cheeks
Avoiding the cracks on the hardwood floor
I find my mother
Spine intact
Still they implore me
“Don’t step on the cracks…”
But the voices grow dim
My mother dries my tear-stained eyes
The aperture seals, though the cracks remain