Wait, don't stop
You have gotten to me. At last
I know I broke your fall
But I can't repent the past
It hurts
Thumbtacks in My Marrow
I rest on old [bad word] that I can't recall

And so I fall
And so I follow
The way back home

Leave a hint
Of your broken image
Before I shed this crackled glass
And take the final leap
Into the womb of [bad word] feathers
And I'll see you when I am born into your world again