[Falling Apart]

A pin drops to the floor, cataclysmic
And another
And another
'Til each pin becomes the foundation
Of a mountain of unanticipated Armageddon.
Yet another pin drops
Onto the mound of waiting chaos
And explodes.
We are falling apart.
And the pin cushion is left
Picking up the pieces
Working herself ragged
'Til she can barely hold her pins.
The sewer pricks her with one final pin
And her pins shall drop again.
And She shall sit there
Contemplating all she had done
To deserve such a strike by the sewer's hand.