Fingers grasping
the top of the world,
I jump over,
weakened by sorrow.
Though I tell myself
to keep fighting,
I feel faint and
flushed with sickness.
He stares at me
from a doorway,
tipping his hat
‘til I am shaken.
Behind the curtain
lie shadows
of my own death
reflected in your eyes.
Monsters hide
inside and share
our darkest secrets,
though we no longer
see them and believe
that we are free.