I remember when you stabbed me in the back. I thought once would be enough- you just couldn’t get enough satisfaction from the first plunge into flesh could you? Clear liquid seeped from the wound like saliva, dribbling down down. Honey smeared seductively on toast, melted gold coating. My eyes leaked. My breath whispered away from me.
I never fully recovered. It still hurts.
I want to freefall, float in the vaccum of air. Falter fast, fever rising, feel free.
Gravity would be my anchor, spiral like an aimless spanner.