trap

Sometimes it's like a passage in a book. You're reading along and you can feel it coming, some nameless thing, too awful to look at directly. You hope it won't be what you think it is, what you know that it is. You want to close your eyes, or skip ahead, but you know that if you do you will miss something crucial to the story. Something enormous and small. It's always stuck there, isn't it? The heart of everything, caught like a bunny on barbed wire, wide-eyed and bleeding.