it is okay

Whatsapp_image_2019-03-24_at_16.04.23__1_by Jessica Hopkins12 Apr 2019

Every day I daydream

the same blurry composition
of light

lays still in my mind

as I walk, lay in bed, stare at the
empty space
next to you.

: i am hit by a bus. The bus that has
just missed me now. If it had only
gone faster, slightly, carelessly.

they would call you.

: i am overcome by a seizure
: i plunge a large knife under my
chest plate

where i feel that it is soft -

i feel that it is okay

to fall swiftly
and with satisfaction.