Pursuit

It crept up, fine as a thread, this one forbidden thought. I tried to dress it up, or bully it, or recant it. But it gathered strength, insolent and pernicious. It heeded me little, if at all. It reveled in its cruel pursuit.

I grew tired, then slow. I stopped, and turned - a trick that I learned somewhere along the way. It crashed surprised, into me. It split and shattered all over me. I wear its fragments, yet still, sometimes I miss the unbroken thing.