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