FreeFalling.
Plummeting
from the stable, familiar, comfortable land of the certain,
into the formless, pitch-black, lonely, unknown.
A pale apparition.
Intangible, untouchable, unfathomable.
Losing skin, flesh and bone.
Faster, swifter, until I’m all
but a fading shadow.
Voiceless, soon-to-be-forgotten.
Unable to scream, lips frozen,
mouth gagged,
by the dull, decapitated, all-encompassing, slowly-spreading surreal sense of Loss.
Swept away from the shore.
Racing out in a riptide.
Legs first.
Into the cold and the rough.
The howling wind-swept sea.
Deep and dark.
Frightening.
Unknown…
…although I’ve been here more times than I wish to remember.
Dragged further out,
shivering, numb, unable to see the shore.
The lighthouse that once shone so bright,
into the night,
always to steer me home,
gone.
Dazed, stung so hard in the chin.
by a cross I’d not seen coming.
Reeling, onto my knees I fall,
the wind knocked out.
Vomiting.
Choking.
On the news that you’re no longer here.
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