The Art of the Experimental Fuckup

You have me walking on a tightrope path without a defined border
pushing me over the cliff before I've taken a breath
slammed down with bone-shattering soul-crunching suddenness
nerves alight and throat sandpapered howling in pain
that fear I know better than any friend
being sacrificed like a shrinking virgin
to the depths of Your flames
shrieking to life like a bolt of lightning

my hand in Yours never slipping

and hitting the screaming ground becomes a mercy
yanking the rocks and stones up to meet me

lying, gazing skywards towards You
nose bleeding and cut lip
body broken
agonised and revitalised.

"let's do it again," I whisper
and oh, Your smile.

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