Falling to Serenity

The wind whipped at her hair, tearing it up away from her face and sending it crashing against her at the same time. The collar of her jacket lashed up and down, and the aroma of a hot dog stand filled her senses. It smelled so delicious.1

Tapping with her fingers against her folded legs she kept time along with her thoughts. At one beat a sentence such as “let me go” would come; at a fourth beat it would change into “I’ll never let you see.” Her mind kept bouncing things around inside like a too-large ball constrained to a jungle gym. Her eyes she kept closed; her lips were pursed. A small ‘v’ formed along her forehead. “I am the broken,” she whispered.2

“I am the bruised.”3

In a quickening wisp, a horn from down below rang in her ears, suddenly waking her up. Craning her head over the building’s ledge, she stared down into the rushing street below. All sounds ended and all scents disintegrated. She bit her bottom lip and her heart quickened sending waves of blood to her face. Her vision started to blur as she stood up slowly.4

The air felt so cold and relaxing…5

Inviting almost.6

Tilting forward she closed her eyes once again and spread her wings, letting her clothes billow in the breeze.7

And then, softly, she fell. An expression of serenity came across her face...8

“Come and save me.”9