To Fly
The wind wrapped around me like a quilt,
Flooding in and out through my pores.
Hands pressed deep into my chest, toes curled over the edge, I prayed,
I prayed that this would end. One small leap.
I screamed words of tragedy, words of despair, words that passed my thoughts to you
As loud as there are planes, as loud as there are trains.
There was no one to hear but the vultures
That waited for my carcass to drop from the skies.
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