
That’s pretty deep.
Because it’s not the fall that kills you, Sherlock. Of all people, you should know that, it’s not the fall, it’s never the fall. It’s the landing!
– Jim Moriarty from Sherlock
Life.
Cruising.
Bones.
Tingling.
Blood.
Racing.
She thought it was flight,
So she flew with delight.
But she soon lost sight
And fell into the night.
Slowly, the rancid smell
Crept up her nose.
Slowly, the claustrophobia,
Swallowed her soul.
With fear in her eyes
And pain in her voice,
She was too late to realise
That she had landed in her pit of lies.
Life.
Crushed.
Bones.
Broken.
Blood.
Flowing.