At the End of Midnight

I've sinned,
And I keep sinning,
Accidentally,
Happy little accidents,
Unironically,
Loving the love I know,
I'm capable of giving,
But never quite aware,
Of tomorrows destruction,
The aftermath of what it means,
To forget how to care.

A beat.
A moment.
Just. One. Second.

That's all it takes, to slip,
Trip,
And fall on the ice beneath.

Crushing-
-the weight is crushing-

Gravity...
Exhaling sawdust from the lungs...
...into a deserted atmosphere...
What am I afraid of this time?

More... Iron around my legs,
My wrists...
Shackles and chains made of paper mache...
Machetes made of words,
Hacking away...
Under the moonlight cold,

Unforgiving...
... unforgettable.

This time, the blood drawn from my
Ankles
Drips from the split in my
Achilles, aching...

As I see you making a last ditch
Effort to run past the treeline,
Now free from confinement,
I've been wondering...
If indeed I saw your body fall,
To the ground,
Beyond the horizon,
As I stand long frozen,

Paralyzed....
... perpendicular,

To the anguish.

I would rather die again-
no melodrama-
Than sin,
With your blood,
On my hands.

My beginning, my love...
My end...