The Falling
The Falling
pierced by spoken blades
flesh asunder, opened
wisps of life, pouring
possibility
flailing on the edge
frantic fingers grasp for
solid hope, some security
in vain
pierced by spoken blades
flesh asunder, opened
wisps of life, pouring
possibility
flailing on the edge
frantic fingers grasp for
solid hope, some security
in vain