December Last

If I could write something of my past, and then erasure it…

It would be December last.

I would make alterations to the document…

In hope that the present accepts the authenticity of the new past.

Some might remember each word verbatim and each deed to the degree…

But by December next, the questioned document would be my decree.

I’d perish the thought (no matter the chromatographic evidence showing the document was altered),

that old December would ever be told.

– Angel ‘SikuMarie’ Chipungu

(July, 28th 2015)

(Based on one December I regret; and inspired by Forensic Science notes)