eyes scrunched closed
a slight whimper of defeat
then i drop
strings cut, heavy plummet, deadweight
a merciless fall
down
down
down
hurtling towards the ground
you said you would catch me, are able and willing
i might crush you but i'm too beaten to care
i'm not gonna stop or gonna slow down
you said you could catch me if i fall
for you
so i'm fucking gonna
2.3.2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
Romancelove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
