I’m walking
When the sky -
Black as a pagan heart -
Clouds my vision with sinister intent.
As I fall,
I can hear the concrete
Rip at the soft flesh of my knees.
The orange street lamps
Stretch a mockery of my sprawled form
Across the traffic lines.
It takes me a moment
To realize I’m all alone,
Dripping blood onto the sidewalk.
Suddenly,
A thick, joyless sound
Escapes my lungs.
And I laugh and laugh
At my own foolishness
Because I usually don’t mind
Being alone.
