Ellipsis

I feel like an ellipsis, like those three theme-continuing, drama-creating, part-two-promising dots at the end of a run-on sentence...

...and sometimes I'm at the beginning of the sentence, like it's a dream, a bad dream, and I'm all of a sudden thrown into a situation, like I woke up after passing out in Algebra and the teacher tells me to write the answer to her question on the board, and I either have no pants on or a hard on, but my reaction is always the same...

ellipsis: the deletion of an element or morpheme from a construction with which the deleted construction is...

every time I see those three simple dots at the end of a sentence I think drama, I hear the tones that everybody knows that makes up the signal of drama, duh duh duhhhh, with the last one dramatically sustained...

...and I'm scared shitless, short of breath, long of everything else, and it bears down on my shoulders, taunting, reminding, proving its resistance to going away, away and on to, too…

the next chapter is written, I’m just plagiarizing until the period, but I have an out, a way of proving my innocence, a simple reflection in my mirror, a reflection of…