you hold one moment still,
look at your hands: the instrument held there,
and feel unquestioningly bare.
You turn around,
shocked at yourself,
breathe deeply now, once more.
Discovering the pain again,
memories resurfacing,
feelings coming back.
You grip the vehicle of your choice,
make up your mind and L E A P.
One last breath,
your senses scream,
intentions fail.
Too late.
Your body swings in one
fluid motionfrom the rafters
of your hell.