Step into my well. <br />Step into my well. <br /> <br />Feel yourself falling <br />into that <br />fall. <br /> <br />Feel yourself <br />grazing the walls. <br /> <br />They control like <br />the fat-controller, <br /> <br />that faceless <br />face falls deeper, <br />stronger, <br />heavier. <br /> <br />Faster down <br />the flume. <br /> <br />Look through <br />the bricks at <br />how <br />you’re an actor <br /> <br />acting out who you are <br />like a <br />hiding <br />butler. <br /> <br />Deeper <br />into the pit; <br />feel and think, <br />stand and watch. <br /> <br />A string can’t save <br />the hopeless faith; <br />it crumbles, <br />falling mass – <br />a weighted feather. <br /> <br />It separates at the seams <br />and the shell is cracked <br />open for that <br />old <br />aged <br />brickwork to see. <br /> <br />This is the fall. <br />The bottom. <br />The solution. <br /> <br /> <br />Mary X.<br /><br />Mary X<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chemical/
