the fall

she falls....

into that chasm

heads down

screaming

no sound can you hear


she spirals...

into that shaft

eyes open

tearing

images flash by


she spins...

into that void

pores tingling

numb

too fast to feel

she crashes.



pieces of her scatter

her body lies here

but her soul is over there

and her heart is elsewhere


can she be this way?

a shatter

a scatter

non-pieces

fragile and fake.


she lies there

immobile

pinned down.


till they all come together

there may be no flight.

Comments

  1. AshaJanuary 28, 2011 at 6:16 AM

    Nice flow of words. I'm imagining alice( of wonderland) falling though.......

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  2. Simply me!January 28, 2011 at 7:32 AM

    Waiting to read a different version of this...

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