falling face-first from the expressionless sky above your freckled skin, looking down into my doom. your body is the open window, ten stories high, through which i throw myself. gleaming bone-white, the ghost of your face rises up to greet me rushes up to meet me rushes in to eat me my insides are pulverised by the smooth curves of your lips your hips your tits like concrete, cement, steel-reinforced and unyielding. i dream about the touch of your skin against mine smashing the life right out of my lungs as they collapse from the impact that never happened i wish for it i wait for it