Falling Flailing

 

Pimp My Lent/Day 20

The Prompt:

Danielle Pickard’s fascinating, disturbing photo

The Product:

ashes ashes

the four of us

falling

failing flailing falling

down

where is the exit

what if I die here

where is this place is it up or is it

down boy

don’t get ahead of your      self

are we dancing or diving

pulling teeth

fighting for the surface

pushing up for air through brittle bones

adjust that attitude watch your altitude

four of us

fighting

failing flailing falling

or just simply

floating

where is this place

why have we come here

where is this place

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About Vicki Caroline Cheatwood

Writerly. Rebooting. Evolving. Searching for great chicken salad.
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