Illustration by Sussi Louise Smith.
Spoken
I’ve stumbled over
a precipice and I’m falling
like Alice and no one else has fallen
before me.
A noose waits to snap my reality,
with a body I used to be
hung in the past,
but I have ridden past places,
and I’ve blurred windows at night –
I have waited for the light.
Here are my words:
Hear my words.
Can you hear them?
I’ve made them for you.