It dwells in alleyways of silhouettes
In clicking sounds in cars
In storms where the wind seems to
Take away your breath
It lives within a stranger’s smile
In a tight grip on the shoulder
In footsteps following you and
Speeding up when your heart
Begins to race.
It is beautiful. It is sudden. It lingers.
It is the spinning, twirling confusion
That leaves you stuck within a
Bubble of white-cold, unsure
Of which direction to go.
All is silent and the
Eerie stillness one feels
With their toes peeking over the edge
Falling, the air whipping about them.
Down
Down
Down
Into the icy depths of liquid
Limbs are heavy, body and mind exhausted
Lungs restricting, pleading for a bite of air
But all you taste is
Fluid
Dripping from your wounds
As you push open your crumpled
Car door, shaking and crying, still
Clutching the phone in your
Hands
Clutching yours, murmured whispers
Of cryptic regret, of cherished moments.
You aged body sinks into the bed
Your grip loosens on theirs
And despite this peaceful end
Your brain screams
Survive! Survive! Survive!
Live! Live! Live!
As you sink into
Six-foot deep holes and
Into dark alleyways
Of silhouettes.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
It dwells in alleyways of silhouettes
In clicking sounds in cars
In storms where the wind seems to
Take away your breath
It lives within a stranger’s smile
In a tight grip on the shoulder
In footsteps following you and
Speeding up when your heart
Begins to race.
It is beautiful. It is sudden. It lingers.
It is the spinning, twirling confusion
That leaves you stuck within a
Bubble of white-cold, unsure
Of which direction to go.
All is silent and the
Eerie stillness one feels
With their toes peeking over the edge
Falling, the air whipping about them.
Down
Down
Down
Into the icy depths of liquid
Limbs are heavy, body and mind exhausted
Lungs restricting, pleading for a bite of air
But all you taste is
Fluid
Dripping from your wounds
As you push open your crumpled
Car door, shaking and crying, still
Clutching the phone in your
Hands
Clutching yours, murmured whispers
Of cryptic regret, of cherished moments.
You aged body sinks into the bed
Your grip loosens on theirs
And despite this peaceful end
Your brain screams
Survive! Survive! Survive!
Live! Live! Live!
As you sink into
Six-foot deep holes and
Into dark alleyways
Of silhouettes.