Friday, 5 December 2014

falling

it’s 3:20 AM
and her mind wanders.
she thinks about
blood dripping
and cigarette smoke rising
bitter, graceful, lethal.
she thinks about the past,
a ghost that’s haunting her,
following her,
breathing her.
she thinks about
the void
that was once her heart
and she decides
it's better this way.

now it’s 4 AM;
she’s at the edge of the world,
at the edge of things
and she thinks about
letting go.
she thinks about
falling.

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