Cliff Hangers

What used to be fresh
rotted
out from under me.
And I fell
16 stories
to what felt like my
end?

I don't think death is the right word.
And fresh couldn't
hold me
up any
longer.

Soft
and squishy
like so many ideas
I had once
that were flushed
elegantly
down a drain

with a garbage disposal.

One whir -
and goodbye.

8/16/2015
Riley Welch