The Fountain

by Valentina Cano

Space seems to compress

as I look at you.

The minutes thread loose,

the seconds crash to the floor like splinters.

I pause,

half a breath caught like a nail in my throat

to watch you turn your head.

The shift of a few muscles

resounding in the crowded room.

I feel the grinding of bones and cartilage,

a pulley system of gelatinous rubber bands,

your voice a gurgle of sound

pushing upwards.

Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time she has either writing or reading. You can find her here: http://carabosseslibrary.blogspot.com