“What are you staring at?”
“You,”
“Me? Why?”
“We are watching you unravelling.”
“There’s a word for that, a German word like watching people in road accidents”.
“Please don’t get distracted. Continue unravelling.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“We’ve been watching you. You won’t be able to prevent it.”
They were right. I was like one of those wall-mounted paper towel dispensers.
Once the roll starts unravelling there’s no stopping it and I wasn’t done yet. There was still a metre or more of me to go.
John Malone 
I like this, very clever :O)
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thanks. it took a while to work out but I like the paper towel dispenser as a metaphor for emotional unraveling
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Hi John. Emotional breakdowns are rough. Fortunately they don’t happen (for most people) very often.
Good poem.
See you —
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Thanks. It was an unraveling I had to go through but once i had it felt good. I was cleansed.
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Okay, in all my time of seeing paper towel dispensers, I have never once compared them to the unraveling of emotions. This is so exceptionally clever!
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the bloody things keep unraveling; the perfect metaphor for the poem 🙂
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