Sc a f f O L d

I am let go. No longer held by the scaffold. No longer working ahead but on the aftermath of my own fall, sorting the debris, cleaning off the blood and bits of self. Merging with the pain that pushes and pulls and throws ’til it crushes me and I can’t breathe.

Shitty faulty scaffolding in my brain didn’t absorb or break my momentum as I stood still. The message lost in transit between cells. And so it gave way to my un-raveling of mind and Self.