Lord, I can’t reach.

My arms wrench from burning sockets,

My head spins and the world before my eyes is 

Dark.

They are falling

Falling

Falling away

Down down down

I don’t wonder where they’re falling to–

I know.

Falling in their sleep,

The shrieking wind of plummeting doesn’t even wake them

As it geysers up nostrils and insists on open eyelids.

So s t r e t c h e d 

Bones could pierce through my skin and jet out to them like ammunition,

To catch to catch to catch!

Lord, I can’t reach!

Falling falling

Reach!

Lord, I can’t can’t can’t-