She loses realism as

Accusations fly around

Her dreams are tarnished and charred and cherry-tart pretty.

And things are backwards and flip themselves

All the way inside-out and upside-down at

A perpetual slant into the downwards spiral

Or the vicious cycle lined with black steel knife-teeth

That goes on in her head, because she's standing

On the edge with just her little bit of fire

As someone talks to her and in snippets of whispers of insistencies

She catches that it wants her not to jump

But eventually she'll fall from the end of the white iron plank

And lose what life she holds. There are reasons.

The illusions run by and the stories are alive

And the glass arrives and it shimmers and clinks and

Shatters as she tries to thrive in the near-lumen.

Could be an error in creation by the few who could have made it

But the broken have no place in the sun

And neither do the near-death runaways

Or the diamond tigers in the rain.

And the cat is on the windowsill

Contemplating the ground

That boils poisonous and

And years ago it would've been insanity

But the sun can't rise today

When it seems so possible

And wonderful

To jump.

 

Jump the start, jump the mind

The luminescence of bones

And pelt is no longer bright but

She walked and ran and leapt the fire escape ladders

Not knowing that it was all a drill because

The flames were so real and the heat was true

And the scar where the fire licked still burns

And her tongue throbs with the unsaid and unspoken.

The possessions and the building are gone. The fire

Isn't gone until she shakes it off

And moves on

But she won't. She's let go of

What must and must not be

Because of the fighters

That swarm and fly in her room

To the death for a heart

That she's not ready to give.

Not ready to give, but readily she's giving

Anyhow for the lucid bright visions

Of coal silk and burning gold

And truth is chipped right off the keyboard

And she can't write any longer

Because she's afraid of what might happen

And she doesn't know how little effect she has.

It's clear to see she's sinking

Right down into first person, no longer seeing

The way they do. Cause doesn't make effect

And before follows after

The blows that she's had to take

Were because of the blood in the silver rafters.

First, second, third person lose meaning

And all is one

Head spinning

And it's all gone, all gone, all gone... she dreams.

 

Double ellipses and crescent moons

Solar eclipses and very dark rooms

In mid-aurora fibers and so much for the best of us

Losing to the divers and poison apple restaurants

China crashes breaks and all

And ruby water drips into marble tiles

As she stands in the shards that draw red

Like her teeth in the flesh of her

Rust-stained knife-blade bracelet wrists.

How long does it take to fall?

She's tired of the thrill and they're coming for blood.

But blood is hard to find when there's still a heartbeat

She is still alive, breathing, eyes and kicking

Wide open for them to see but

Not yet a calamity or ruins of a

Mind

And the red goes on, and she fights the storm but she's weak now

And the cries of the wind take her off the deep

She sleeps until the clouds break and she can't help but

Fall, fall, fall into the gravity of the dark hole

Of a heart mind eyes she has

She doesn't mind the grammar anymore

When the line's not straight she's too far gone to care

But she would never create

Anything imperfect and

That's what the

Jailers never

Understand.