Taut and capable and a snap on the skin,

it’s like a wakeup call with a shock,

like a punitive method, waiting to slap.

All the pressure on the skin is invisible,

yet the notion of the possibility is clear.

Feels like a grip upon our lives, a symbol

so vulnerable, so capable in its silence.

If to step into the life of a victim,

to know there is such pain so real,

we live as a society steady in the dark,

unaware in the moment, unwilling to fear.

Like a thoughtful recall of scary moments;

In the quiet of our lives, the wire is chaos.