Split Second

momentary scald

shake my soul

stare fishy at wrist

turn into reddish from complexion

heat arouse

not red pain

but gray sorrow

precipitate gray

heart

sink down

and down

and down

tears on face

glide through once path

wing blow ceaselessly

yet can't blow away

that fearful memory
Your work is very interesting, Zhixitan. Omit the two 'and downs'... and fix the grammar.
DON'T omit the two "and downs" poetry is a matter of opinion.

I think the third line from the bottom contains two typing errors.