Freezing tips of fine
knives peel my skin back
like a banana peel.
Dangling in Limbo
toes flying in comfort
of a home I once knew
cheeks plunging
deep into a shadow
pulling me deeper.
Breathing the darkness in
back of my throat
rushes down
swirls around the soul
and leaves before
my toes can touch
Earth.
Saint's Muse 