Sometimes I want to pull
You up to my cloud
Trace lines around
Your skull
Draw your cheeks
Down to sculpt a
Scowl or a frown
& as I peel the layers
Back you’ll feel the
Stone in your chest
Contract
Faster and faster
As I walk you towards
The edge
My finger a sour
Kiss on your brow
With just enough
Pressure
To flint a freefall
& from a great distance
You’ll watch me
Dance to the flatline
Hum as you descend
Chewed up
& spit out