My soul in a frame
- poetry and photography -
Tuesday, November 15, 2016
I am falling
I am falling backwards, my eyes are closing and the sky's last second's instance is falling with me.
My ribs arching under the ground.
I am reaching out with my hand and I'm finding only cold air.
I'm closing it in my fist. I caress its blade of darkness.
I feel destiny's lines growing into my palm.
Chosen into a fall, I disappear.
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