i am falling.
it is not freeing,
my heart is in my throat and it feels as tight as the squeeze of a hand around it
i am cold and my bones are stuck in a braced position,
a mannequin braced in a pose,
waiting to be disassembled
waiting for the disappointment (peace) that will meet me
i have no safety net,
your arms are not there to catch me
i'm not sure i would want them anyways
my net is ripped and ruined and there is gaping holes like the ones in my heart
i am spinning.
i am spinning,
and i am crashing.
it is dizzying and euphoric,
and it is a child's world and this is child's play, and we will all fall down.
i'm met with the grand finale of my dreams,
meeting my center stage with a flourish and a disastrous spin.
this is a nightmare, and i'm crashing.
i'm spinning,
i'm falling,
and your arms are tightly closed—
while mine are thrown open
YOU ARE READING
fascinatingly fatal
Poetryi will squeeze my eyes so tight i won't see your evil, i will cover my ears and i will not hear your evil, and i will sew my mouth shut and you will never hear my evil again.
