The moonlight beckons over the body of water below the Eko bridge.
I want to free fall: arms spread wide, hair flapping overhead like a parachute.
I want to silence the screeching in my head. I need to be unthinking, invulnerable, blameless: dead.
No one knows how the thoughts come, wave after wave. I can’t survive, I must concave.
But did I suffer through this just to suffer through this? Is my condition that bad in comparison to many? Will I be missed or dismissed?
No, I am both the ock and the key. I chose to set myself free.