Lilly McGown’s Fall
The strangest thing happened
to Lilly McGown.
Her toe caught a crack
but she didn’t fall down.
She bumbled and stumbled
in front of a truck,
and Lilly found
herself falling up!
The crack wasn’t new
she’d seen it before,
it had stubbed a toe
and had caught the door.
’Lil had the means,
it could have been filled,
“but it was only a crack,
who had it killed?”
Poor Lilly expected
to crack her crown,
as always before when
falling down,
she’d split her lip
or blacked an eye
but this time Lilly
fell towards the sky!
She fell and she fell
forever it seemed,
she fell past birds
on feathery wings.
She fell past kites
and clouds and things.
’Lil Lil’ fell upward
as if pulled by a string.
Poor Lilly fell high
to the edge of black,
to that clearly drawn line
where you cannot come back.
She kicked and she waved
but she never could stop
this falling that fell
her right over the top.
Poor Lilly is gone
From her upward spill.
She tripped into Heaven
against her will,
so fill your cracks
and tamp them down
so you never trip up
like Lilly McGown.
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Feeling of Falling
Felt like the snow flakes,
whether they will fall on the ground
or above some tree,
whether it will be featured in a photo of glory
or will become the part of some love story,
At last it is going to fall all alone,
this is what i feel when i think of falling and
them people will say "she is gone."
#falling #challenge #life #snow #snowflakes
Plummeting
Passing through ivory tufts,
The soft clouds cushion me
As I fall
Further down,
Further down I drift,
The sky a wall of aqua
Pushing me away,
Spurning me from
Its gentle embrace
Suddenly plummeting,
The once vivid sky,
Merely a dull blur
My stomach flips,
Turning and turning,
Performing trick after trick
Further down,
Further down I collapse
The frigid ground,
Covered in an emerald sea,
Grows closer and closer,
Reaching out
To finally meet me
falling..
It’s a lack of control
Irrationality taking hold while
you reach to grab onto
something, reaching into the air realizing
you can’t hold onto memories.
It’s knowing that you can’t stop
Nothing is how you wanted it but
everything else is stable, yet
you’re the one falling even
though you were just letting go.
It’s remembering you’re to blame
Had you only held on tighter, perhaps
you would still be in bed, still
wondering what would have happened if
your fingers had slipped.
The End
My heart claws its way up my throat, mind blank save for two words revertibrating through every fiber of my body. The End. This is it. Out of time, out of luck... out of life. It will end soon. I want it to be over, but at the same time I hope this moment lasts an eternity. I push the thought of my shattered body splayed on the rocks below away. There is only the present. The wind snaking along my cheeks, caressing my body impossibly gently. It's peacefull, save for the noise. The shreiking of wind as it races through my ears... or maybe it is the sound of my own screaming. I can't tell. I worry for an insant about going deaf, but it doesn't matter now. In a few seconds nothing will matter.
I suppose things haven't mattered for a long time, though. If there was anything left to care about I wouldn't have jumped. There is nothing left for me in the world of the living. I've heard that when you are about to die your life flashes before you, years replayed in a matter of seconds. That isn't true. There are no memories. Just the wind, the sky, and the ground growing steadily closer. I regret jumping, but can't think of any other way to escape the prison my life has become. I wonder if my grandmother will cry when they tell her I'm gone. Probably not. She will just rid herself of the inconvinience the way she removes other problems from her life... by picking up the nearest bottle. I don't have long now. I reach my arms out to either side, letting the sky hold my bruised body. I wonder if this is how the birds feel. A timid smile draws across my face. I have always wanted to fly.
Having your heart cracked but not broken.
Slipping but catching your balance on time.
Air raising your chest until it decides to escape.
That one titanic scene when Jack says goodbye to Rose
The descending of your favorite songs beat made by your favorite dead artist.
The moment the ice breaks.
When the numerator becomes the denominator.