Fall Risk

I'll tell you if you ask. Nicely. Cookies would help.

Fall Risk.

I've been named before.

More than I can recall.

Shuffled into comfortable order, just so.

How it passed by, large, small.

A great one for naming it all.

Like a nervous twitch, unlocked door.

My newest name says I'm meant to fall.

Hard. Uncontrolled. Rocketing toward the floor.

 

I'm a Fall Risk. Didn't you know?

Stay still now. Keep a weather eye.

Been more than shame before.

Used to inspire it all.

 

Thought I'd remind myself, you know?

When I wasn't meant to crawl.

Back when not shuffled against this wall.

Too rich in mystery to ever feel poor.

 

Could find a moment in any look or claw.

Now I've become an echo.

Terribly small.

I'm a Fall Risk. Doesn't it show?

 

No sudden moves lest I start to cry.

Mind I'm not one to complain.

Who has time to do that well?

I only mention it because I feel I should.

It's alarming this, ignoble as all Hell.

Lost are faces I cast upon myself.

Forgotten it seems, the smell of fame.

Now so labled I stumble cautiously.

 

I've no love of such sudden pain.

I'm a Fall Risk.

Now you know.

I've two broken wings, I'll never fly.

Reviews

[Vivian Fisk]

If I asked nicely, would you tell me here? If so, then I ask you nicely, what do you mean? I've already wondered who the f**k you are, because your talent is so stellar I think you already have lots and lots of reviews somewhere and they're not from amateur writers.

Please answer me, I'm desperately curious. You can write privately if you'd prefer.

[Randolph]

Epilepsy. Always good for a ramble or two.

[Vivian Fisk]

Thank you.