Unspooled against the crack of my knuckles,
Locking my wrist as it shakes it from me
Ts-ts-ts-ts
I’m untethered, my mind drifts away,
Not even the slightest breeze can unsettle me,
How do I creep back down?
Something pops from nowhere, it’s a tailspin out here, waiting for the dust to settle, still watching the days go by, I’m baby beyond
Ground control to.. hello?
Sorrow is a tearing kite,
& I don’t know how to come back
down.
Ryan Stephen Thornton is a bisexual poet, writer & performance maker from York, UK, previously published in Hearth & Coffin, Powders Press, & Impostor Journal, with upcoming publications in Cape Magazine. He is currently studying a PhD in Theatre & Performance at York St John University.
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