Teresa Moses

Memory Bank

Memory Bank Boom! Her body jolted up from a straight line. Now gasping for air. She found herself alone, again. Imagining herself as nothing more than the page number seated in the corner of a filled room. Constantly passed by or randomly placed in the darkness underneath a folded blanket that marked the place where sound ceased. A strange feeling greeted her that she would later label as cold, vulnerable, and open like a lung waiting for the first intake of air. But this time was different. The sun had set. She sat there contemplating how the dynamics of her relationships would change and then she rested in peace.