take the leap louise cham
luca morris
Burning feet on black ice, body twisted atop a cracked foundation No air, no air. Shift cramped fingers to uncover a treacherous truth, warped dignity intact. Focus— they said to bury the weapon, swallow the fear This cage reeks of salt and panic. But a stiff heart—tap, tap, tapping—on crumbling porcelain whispers of the conscious hour, You take the leap. Swimming twilight trickles in your vein; I only see Flecks of gold where struggle was red-rimmed. Tell me, which wretched power had bound you to your form? When the sea sweeps the shore once more in kisses, imagine the swan song of a thousand splintering swords. And now, beyond the glow of dawn. Hold fast to the cold iron resentment, prison bars; do they turn to dust?
