i wrapped cold stiff fingers slowly around a weakening cup, and heard whispers, yes..

we are here to watch your fall.

i closed tired eyes and tried to hide inside of my own head, i could never slip far enough away. pushed over starved sense of self, sliding living breath fade to -

scathing smiles as fibres are lost to the water
and i grip more firmly, fingers pressing in, too tightly, we are gone.
you are with dripping finger bleeding tear i crumble to my knees.

colour spins around me as i embrace most hopeless floor sprawl and take in the things that passed me by when i could not seeceiling.

f a l l e n 
               down, the last step.
i can't be here anymore. i never tried, always to be.

and tonight, i am the paper cup.

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