brokenWing

At the end of the world

Is a ledge

To no where

When the crowds behind you surge

Because they do not see or care

And there comes a mighty shove 

Close your eyes and pretend you're flying

And then the dark won't 

Scare you 

Gravity

The crush of

Of your weight 

Lean in a little harder

I can still breathe

My feet are still under me

My vision isn't blurred

Kill me quick 

Or not at all

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Handwritten 

Scrawling script

The confession of a thousand feelings

The circumstantial evidence of a soul

Stuffed into an envelope 

Rolled into a bottle 

Thrown into an ocean

If it finds a home

And connects with one other person

The words were worth it  

The Binding Irons

The corporeal prison hosting 

An internal battle 

My trap

Understanding what I know and 

Fearing what I feel

And the inability to reconcile 

Soul and mind

Leaves me here

On broken rocks

Unable to escape 

The incoming tide

I'm not sure 

I want to move 

Even to save my life

Display

The courage 

To step forward

Praying to be chosen

Allowing them to see you

The slave trader's stage is 

A terrifying place 

Nothing is hidden

Everything exposed

And snap judgements

Decide the course

Of a life 

equalMatch

Is it your soft groan

Is it my flushed cheeks

That turns your eyes into smoke

Is it the things you do to me

Is it the things I do for you

That make you want more

The knots

The bindings

All just for show

When it's really the invisible leash

That connects my soul to yours

The lock and key complete

Only as a set 

flightPath

Time flies

Not smooth and crisp

Like a hawk's journey 

But disjointed and erratic

Like a butterfly

Bouncing here 

Jerking there

Dependent on 

Time spent near you