Falling

I fell again,

Slipping from the window

Down the wall;

Grasping for the sill,

An impulse of panicked hope

Too fast for the drag of despair.

He caught me again;

This time in slender metal fingers

(Suspending me above the deck,

Breathlessly writhing,

Squirming like an inch worm)

He saved my head again

{a hard salvation }

From a slow, unresponsive life

Of dull pain

And a slobbering humiliation.

Now, a week later,

I am limping again.

My leg is full of beautiful

Color patterns suitable for framing.