Your Remote

by They Call Me Megan   Jan 31, 2005


Stop.
I said stop.
I’m forced to stare at the deadly events I committed
Rewind.
I said rewind.
The agonizing memories flash repetitively on my eyelids
Fast forward.
I said fast forward.
You want every joyful scene to flutter past in a minority
Pause.
I said pause.
Freeze the frame on my unbearable mistakes
You control me like the remote control that sits on the table
Stop, rewind, fast forward, pause, stop, rewind, fast forward, pause.

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