Losing the Will To Live

The cold sensation of metal on my skin. Street lamps lighten below the moths drawn to their glow. repeatedly bang into their shades . For reasons we will never know. Sweaty hangs slip. Losing their grip. Body falling from the railings. That was placed therefore your saving. The feeling of peace washes over me. My clothing sticking to my skin at front. Flap with my hair in the breeze at the back. I close my eyes. Waiting for the impact of the pavement. That will erase my very existence.. Written by davina browne 15/11/15