hanging on
by the skin
of my teeth
the last threads
unwinding
in a display
of technicolor
dreamspatter
soaking against
bare skin
goose pimpled
from the howls
of winter’s kiss
clinging
to the sheer cliff
poised to
tumble
always falling
downdowndown
a long smear
a lone tear
sliding towards
the hell hungering
in my soul

i have never been good
at saying hello
playing the conversation
over and over again
until i have exhausted
any possible
divergent points
before sighing softly
and walking away

instead
i sit
in silence
tearing strips
of flesh
from my body
another
broken fool
frozen to death
in a crevice
attempting
to reach
the boiling
diamond
set into
a field
of the most
beautiful
cerulean
fool’s gold
hanging on
by the skin
of my teeth
dreaming of
flying
even for a
moment