Free Falling

1.
Regret burns like an infant’s
hand pressed against a
frosted window, cracked with
cold and dying.

Bathed in a light that’s more
than heaven but less than hell,
we beg for a
release that is buried and locked.

2.
Glass-blown tears are marked as
weak and wrong –
our kind falls to the ways of
denying a humanity that
won’t be denied.

Your name is scrawled across
my wrist (my lifeline)
and it makes me want to stab my
vampire-sharp teeth in
and dig it out.

3.
Earaches screech like barely-
avoided accidents and I
scream
like someone burning alive.

You showed me you could control me
but I already knew that.
I’m insane, not stupid, and I
suffocatingly give up to you – it
hurts like love.

4.
Nightmares crawl inside my eyes
and sleep there until
a thought triggers them awake and
like faeries, they dance across my vision.

I’m perched on the edge of the fall,
waiting to jump.