the tears had already started to
clog her line of vision.
all she could really see was,
faces everywhere.
faces and hollers, she
couldn't make any sense out of.
it seemed to come from all directions,
being fired at her.
is this how this was gonna end?
all of this?
so this was it?
her sole solace from her world of imaginations, wasn't just
the words, that she
spilled all over the leathered diary.
it was also, the people, she imagined,
situations, she thought of.
and, it all seemed real.
she seemed real.
she derided for an escape,
and that exactly was
what her fantasies gave her,
an entryway to reality.
she climbed up the first railing and
leaned further down,
the metal pressing against her chest.
what was she in
a world, she never belonged to?
what, her worth, in a place,
everyone felt so foreign and far?
her hands were slippery
with cold sweat.
they said, she was like them too
they said 'you are no different than us; one among us'
but what kind of same, keeps reminding you that you're not different?
her heart was hammering painfully,
beneath her aching flesh.
her chest felt hollow and
her mind bleak.
her clutched tighter on the railing, but
her hands slipped, and
so did her feet.
she was leaning too much to
fall over the metal grills and
down
down
down.
for a moment, she felt like she was flying.
the air, blowing away all the concern of the world.
she had always wanted to be a bird;
she now knew why.
people in life were like a wet soap, she realized.
the tighter you try to make you grip on them,
the faster they slip away.
and so
she let go.
of all, and
her.
she felt, for the first time,
in a long time, like
she could breathe
again.
she was suddenly reminded of
the day, she was five.
her father had lifted her up
in his shoulders and she
had felt like that
was the highest place in the world.
she thought, this
was such a similar feeling, only
the ground seem to approach faster.
she didn't hold her breath.
she didn't flinch.
she just spread out her arms, as if
to embrace the feeling.
her lips curved up into a smile.
she looked peaceful and
happy.
she had not a doubt or hesitance.
probably she'll die or
probably, live.
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Poetryi've never breathed more, as i have around you, but breathing in the same air as you, was suffocating enough to make me want to stop. but, love, you can't just stop breathing like that, can you? [in which, she writes letters to him, letters tha...
