Unwrapped Memories fall across the floor like crap dice tossed out on uneven bets, scrambling to gather them before they have a chance to clatter on marble I trip over the dangerous edges of each childhood moment. The hallway where I sat quietly afraid, even now, seems cavernous. I stand, stumble reach my hand for the familiar smooth glass knob which when still separated the play, in one room a child’s in another a rampage escalating. This handle slowly turning rung out a tortured warning to run, escape, get out of the way before the dice could fall hit hard, shatter. Just as I thought I had made my get away you flew upon me and in that split second all hell’s fury came unwrapped. ~ Composed by Bonnie Nish Back to the Kits Writers Page Home