RDP Friday: CREPITATE
That second before the Universe blazed to life
that second before the darkness snuffs it out
that moment before the executioner takes a life
that second after that lost soul decides to not jump off of the bridge
do the clocks stop, do they hold their breath, are their hands stilled in fear?
And when the clocks start again does the air crackle
and pop like desperate embers in a dying fire
anxious to roar, flare and expire
over and over again.