Gliding fast towards a
Death that is reaching out
For you..
Talons reach for wings that
Bend away from the touch.

I pull you back and clip the
Wings that grew darkly
On your back.
Tears began to puddle at
Your feet,
As you watched the
Sucide marks vanish.

Reflect,
Change the attitude,
Breathe,
Take it all back..
Begin again.