Landing

Landing

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.

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Sugar

Chocolates, cakes, and candies,

Are bitter in front of your friends’

Sugar-coated lies that never fail

To charm you.

Really, is sugar that important

To you in life?

Doesn’t it cause decay and rot,

In its wake?

A bit of bitterness

Won’t harm you.

Rather, it will help you see,

The harsh reality of life.

So come on, wake up,

Chuck your sugars out of the window,

For sometimes, it is better to be bitter,

Than regret for believing in sugary lies.

In response to Mara Eastern’s sweet Poetry 101 Rehab.