SEVERINE :: (be)longing

Currency falls ambivalent to myself With the grace and tenacity Of a bombing gull, plunging under the surface, Breaking the water releasing a plume of white foam.

Like the jaws of a ravenous dog Sectioned In the pound.

A mixture of bravery and insanity They stand on the ledge of high buildings Ready to embrace the fall.

Life proved too much After all.

For once in their life they now feel extroverted, From a life once beguiled by agoraphobia, With tears in their eyes but a smile on their face They fail to all consuming nature.

Trip Force Fall A bombers delight, Two half moons lie across each other There will be no star-crossed lovers found, Where the X marks the spot.

“At least we all have something to aim for.

Just tell them I’m sorry” With a trip, a bang, a thud, And like a drip from a tap Followed by the rest.