That knotted twist
of gut wrenching fists

The tension snapped
like a drawbridge
Flooded in sunlight

Haven't been genuinely
happy in a century

Fall, fall into the
crashing waves
Calling on melodies

Can barely breathe
with those fists wrapped
around my throat

Neglect such certain tragedies
leap into strife of
Infinite possibilities

Never thought I'll slip away
Mirror shattered on concrete

Bits and pieces
memories heaving
Shimmering like daisies

No one is going to save me
Pick those fragments
glue them,  nimble and stern

So I can look myself
in the eye again