Second shitty first draft :)

I have this printed out, ready to tweak n edit, but decided to be truthful and post the real first scribbled draft. It amazes me sometimes how these seemingly random collection of words end up being shaped into something completely unrecognisable, its like a treasure hunt where you get clues and have to dig for the real words underneath it all.

This disjointed hand free falls

curves past tattered faces

that tangle and writhe

we tried to hold on

but they plummet

we can never keep

cracked knuckles immobile

shudders spasm them open

Impact will not shatter us

only tears and voices

make us crumble

it’s the moment before we fall

that splits us

we hope these frantic gestures

give us something to hold

unrealising

that what we cling to

is what crashes  us down.