falling
from that high up window i am sitting on the ledge chipping paint scraping the backs of my thighs as i sip a can of diet cherry coke and peer down at the distant ground stretching out below me thinking of the clichéd balcony scene and if she was so in love why didn't she just jump down there and break her legs or her face and he could just carry her off and they could have been together then even though that doesn't sound particularly pleasant. i blow hair out of my eyes and take another sip lick my lips savoring the sickly sweet of aspartame left on them. i feel the edge of the sill cutting into my legs the ache in my wrist from leaning on it my thoughts shift constantly random bursts and sparks spinning like a carousel with you standing still at the center. i want to reach out and touch the pretty animals and chariots but the swirling mess would be render me a lavinia my hands hacked off tongue cut out left in a daze with no way to explain.
tingling in my foot brings reality sharply back into focus and i can see everything so clear it hurts i don't know where to look. as my eyes adjust i drain my soda and crush the can, throw it watch it fall to the street below.
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