Наводила порядок в своём тамблере по "Отверженным", наткнулась вот на это. Ауч.

ten steps to oblivion by decayingliberty

you close your eyes. and then

first.
a red coat blurred in fast movement,
the smell of smoke and rain the air,
a pat on your shoulder that sends you to your knees
a booming laugh that turns into a strangled cry.

impact. and then

second.
long strands of ginger hair flutter into your face,
a voice like honey reciting sweet words in a foreign tongue,
a drop of blood on your fingertips where you touched a thorn,
an unfinished poem in an open notebook.

impact. and then

third.
words, flowing forth and too many to remember,
an excited stroll on dark Parisian days,
comforting mirth and infectious joy,
the broken legs of a fallen chair.

impact. and then

fourth.
warm blankets around your shaking shoulders,
a calming touch to your feverish forehead,
open curtains on open windows,
a fractured cane shatters against the wall.

impact. and then

fifth.
the steady tick of an old wooden clock in the silence,
tranquil breathing to the scratch of charcoal,
calloused hands with nimble fingers offer you a book,
spilled glue, spilled paper, spilled paint.

impact. and then

sixth.
a stride that makes curls bounce with each step,
clothes tainted with too sweet perfume,
a teasing eyebrow followed by hard composure,
a smile forever frozen on the lips.

impact. and then

seventh.
paper rustling over sizzling fire,
a colourful field from a time long ago,
a stern reprimand with a gentle face,
silver-rimmed spectacles crack on the floor.

impact. and then

eighth.
gruff, hoarse laughter in a noisy bar,
mocking bitterness, stumbling steps,
bright eyes that shine in the candlelight,
a cold hand that slips from your grasp.

impact. and then

ninth.
a red flag raised to the sky,
shouts from a raging crowd,
splinters piercing your back
and pain that burns you alive.

light. and then

last.
you open your eyes.