The Fall

people do a lot of falling: up, down, asleep, head over heels...

last night i fell

into sweet oblivion,

bound pages falling

out of my hands.

they crinkled and folded

against the blue sheets,

against the pillowcase,

dog-earing themselves horribly.

and i fell asleep swiftly,

with a memory of you

on my lips. it tasted

like so many lying words:

sweet, and so cold

Reviews

[thegreycat]

Oh wow, I'm quite taken by this. It flows along nicely, is sweet and concise and the words used would feel good to say aloud. I like the repetition of the 'against' in the second verse. (also the little description beneath the title works really well)

[PurpleQuartz]

This was a stunning write. You really managed to capture a moment here. Great write!!