Snap

I stretched it thin between tired fingers,

a strip of worn rubber pulled too tight.

The quiet afternoon held its breath,

waiting for the crack that would break the hush.

Sudden—snap.

A sharp cut through the stillness,

a sound too small, too fierce for the room.

The pieces recoil, slack and useless,

left tangled in the dust of tired hands.

It’s nothing, but everything—

a fracture in calm skin,

a moment that won’t unwind,

just silence, and the echo of a snap.