Je suis tombee (I have fallen)

I'm falling.

blindly twisting

and thrashing my arms.

Reaching for a solid hold.

Reaaching

for anything. 

The hair flies up and around

in my eyes

in my face

in my mouth.

The dry tips 

parch my lips

and linger in my throat.

The taunt me

They lead me to stray my hand

and miss the one light

the one good thing

that stretches out

toward me.

My arms move in 

around me

waiting for that final crash

of golden cymbals.

Knives stream down past me

at a tedious pace

lurking in the darkness.

The expectation of my

eventual weariness

glimpse off their twirling blades. 

Calling to me. 

I will give them what they want

I will hide here

with fear and anticipation

something greater has yet to come

And I will wait

forever.