There's no way around the murky phantoms lingering in the bones of this young man.
With such a caustic defeatist smile.
Hooks and prongs piercing me. Forcing me to the ground.
A stoney reality resting heavy on my back.
Trying to push me through the floor.
Like the cool taste of death. A loud crack.
A heaving sensation of weightlessness.
Everything went empty.
Quiet.
Still.
I didn't even reach out.
I surrendered to the pull.
For the first time in my life I was a prisoner to the current.
The dreadful
thundering tide of this noisy organic catastrophe we call humanity.
It all fell out of me.
Like boiling kettles
burst pipes
tears and babbling terror overflowed.
And I just kept falling.
Heaped and broken.
Every string cut.
Every graze ignored.
For one beautiful moment, against the storm and fury
I was no one.