give me a reason not to

There is a loud clattering

and rolling

like 100 rolly-pollys

all hitting the concrete

while falling

at 60mph

I stare at where my hand once hung

suspended in the air

Pills, some still rolling

decorate the floor like little bead embellishments

on a purse

Her hand still rests close to her heart

having not moved from when she'd slapped me

She was shaking

as she yelled at me

"Don't you dare! I love you!"

the ringing in my ears got louder

and I turned my head to see my alarm going off

next to me