that city skyline,
can you see it?
horizon stained where the sun spilled her orange juice,
she always was a clutz.

lean my head up against the window,
feel it shifting.
would it break if I hit hard enough?
and then, could I fall?
would I have the courage?

imagine the cold air on my face,
the hug of gravity.
maybe that wouldn't be such a bad way to go.
the sky above me, around me, beneath me.
falling fast enough that
no
one
could
catch
me.