That is the beauty of falling, love

She Vitrified my wings, you see, 

Fallen angel without a tragic story 

Glass feathers shatter so easily 

Against asphalt and I feel every tremor

Every needle-thin fracture folding me inward like bedsheets 

On a maudlin’s mattress 

Hurry the arteries to bleed, Might I present a pretty picture, 

Splayed out on the ground, like taxidermy in motion, nail my fingers down 

Keep lifting up, I don’t know how 

What a shame it was to crawl from the pool with wings 

Only to be chained under the skin of the earth. 

#suicide #darkthoughts #darkpoetry