Let me stand at a high cliff
With the ocean 100 feet below me
The wind a little too harshly blowing my hair back
Feeling my dress talk to the wind
Letting my arms move freely
As I jump into the air
And scream out with adrenaline
Watching the birds fly around near me
Let me feel like a fairy as I dance around near 50 feet.
Once I hit the water
I want to breathe it in.
Bubbles form and it's almost as if music faded
And I slowly sink down to the bottom of the sea
My hair casts down to the sand, moving swiftly
As I look up to see the sun beaming through liquid.
I reach up for air
But my lungs are filled with water
I wanted this to last.
I want to breathe in this phase
I can't breathe.
What a feeling.
The taste of blood in my mouth,
Sutures inside my heart
Pulling me into the sky
Like the final smoke of dying embers
I watch the end from behind a glass screen
Screaming at the top of my lungs
My throat is red and tight
Tears cling to me in waves
And I still
It's not anxiety, no
I've gone through that
This is an attack of a different kind
A sickness of the mind and heart
That invades my system in viral storms
Of anguish and excruciating thunder...
There is no pain like this...
I'm just stuck
Until you deem me worthy enough to fight for.
But I only have so much oxygen left...
Only so much time, before...
As the day
and the afternoon
is at last
sitting in my cubicle,
my neck begin
its heedless final heading
that white fog
that rolls over
my west out
to meet my
like a timid
after a short, fitful