PUSHING BACK THE SUICIDAL
THOUGHTS, RACING TO THE TOP SEARCHING FOR ONE LAST BREATH THE CURTAINS OF
DARKNESS SWING BACK I STUMBLE BREAK THROUGH...THERE IS NOTHING THEIR ONLY THIN
AIR...FALLING, FALLING, FALLING
Even I cannot keep up with my
dark thought. Breaking through the glass, shards flying everywhere ironically
my hands shield my face from the pieces of sharp glass daggers, as if that will
make a difference when I strike the floor with terminal velocity.
Black and white Converse “all stars”
adorns my feet. White laces dangle loose in the crisp morning air. I am pretty
stylish an unlikely bird that I am today. Everyone must dress to meet their
maker you see. Dark blue jeans with the light fade, gray sweater with the wolf
teeth design, pink white and grey I believe with my starched whites underneath.
A billions bits of light reflect
in the glass as my hair, bronzed by the back lit sun, hallo my head. Falling,
falling, falling.
It’s all pretty surreal to me
now. Walking the long flight of steps, standing in the hallway, the deep breath
and then the slow building run and then the massive thigh thrust lunge through
the glass. My swan dive had begun. Where it will end we shall soon began.
