Apotelesmata


The world is a ferris wheel
and I am just along for the ride
The top is the worst
I can always tell when I’m coming back down
and even though part of me has faith
that I’ll reach the bottom alive
I still cross my fingers and pray
that it doesn’t splatter me on the ground
below
Sometimes crash doesn’t come
and I think the danger has passed
but then the metal halts and the lights flicker out
and the night comes
It wraps around me and I expect Death to suffocate me
with her icy hands
But the hands that wrap around me
are warmer and more lovely
than the light
I become a star
forever on the edge of supernova
For the first time I see the others
aflame with their perfect light
and as I explode into the universe
I cannot imagine
what it would be like to burn
without them

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