Sequins

Sequins, shimmering and shaking in the light.

 “I knew her,” I think to myself, “I could have called her friend, maybe more.” 

She walks by, a sparkling smile directed at me. Is it recognition, or just a faint formality.

I quake, standing still, but I feel like my mind will shiver me to pieces. Time slows, sending my mind racing towards its intermittent mission of ripping me to shreds, tearing me to bits, crushing and killing every part, then bringing enough back to regroup for another beating. My soul gasps, reeling and writhing, grasping for something in the dark... 

Something...