Free Falling
free falling
through the hollow
finger tips straining
desperately, to hold on…
…to what?
That certainty that alludes me…?
one can not grasp that
which is not in reach
I invoke the screams of Alice
beckoned further down the spiral
by the Darkness
that is
my Rabbit Hole
as every nerve cell in my being
chooses to coagulate in my chest
pelting, fruitlessly
like stone cold hail
against the window to my soul
too numb to retaliate
Tired
from the ravishing anxieties
that appear to have swallowed whole
the gravity
of
my being
Colleen DuBois ~ Reflections of Me 
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