Unplugged

Dove off the ledge

unplugged from the socket

that pumped bloody blood

too stunned when she got it

 

Ninety-seven stories off

the ledge of her choosing

past planets and satellites

free.falling

and

      cruising

 

Dead zone promised

quietude in silky grass

ground zero approaching

        too late recognized

the bent hand of the past

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

i've always wondered what that would feel like....now i know

[Gandré]

the real poet invents images, like you... I loved "quietude in silky grass"
so airy...

[Ed Hart]

colossal pain is good for your poetry...written in blood

[J]

awww thank you, [me thinks!] :) sadly i'm kinda comfortable in that genre and no matter how i try, anything else is just fluff.