i wrapped cold stiff fingers slowly around a weakening cup, and heard whispers, yes..
we are here to watch your fall.
i closed tired eyes and tried to hide inside of my own head, i could never slip far enough away
. pushed over starved sense of self, sliding living breath fade to -
scathing smiles as fibres are lost to the water
and i grip more firmly, fingers pressing in, too tightly, we are gone.
you are with dripping finger bleeding tear i crumble to my knees.
colour spins around me as i embrace most hopeless floor sprawl and take in the things that passed me by when i could not seeceiling.
f a l l e n
down, the last step.
i can't be here anymore.
i never tried, always to be.
and tonight, i am the paper cup.