Rebirth

Toss me,
Turn me,
Spin me round, up down, and down and further down.
Take me in on over under, through with everything that isn’t you.
Through shards of plexiglass and a million dying pansies
There is no beauty in my breakdown,
Up down up down
Jumping off the solid ground,
exploding from flaming skin
out of myself and into myself.
Pulse.
Pulse.
Beat.
Pulse.
Thump thump and slump over my shoulders,
They’re heavy boulders sink down and down
Up up up down
Fly and fall and flee fleeting moments of majesty
I wear the crown
And you will not spin me round.