she found herself falling,
she’d fallen before and she had hit the ground too hard,
breaking bones and futile hearts.
so she drifted,
or at least she tried to.
she tried to spread her wings,
maybe this time it’s her chance to learn how to fly.
in the end she knew she’d end up on the same cold concrete floor;
crushing her chest,
numbing her body,
with only herself left to pick up the mess that she’d made.
she liked falling;
it was the landing that worried her.