Of The Untitled

[ellajam]

Hi, Q, I think you do a good job of isolating that moment when the floor drops out and all we have left is ourselves and the disorientation change can bring. That took me three quarters of the way through but I just can't wrap my head around the last line when the past is gone. It has a regret that the narrator seems to have moved on from.

That's how I read it, anyway.
Hope that helps if you decide to edit.

I
tried to forget everything
I ever heard.
Each word.

Suddenly
I heard a strange murmur
rattling around within,
without constraint.

The growl
terrified me momentarily-
The sudden lack of
something familiar.

Quickly
carefully constructed
blueprints of life became
imperfect recitals of thought left untitled.