The metal stairwell rusted
to the bottom beckons
a trusted descent
on flaky step remains
hanging from pitted rails
with bolts unexpectedly
sliding away in carnival ride
thrill to hang on
away from death below.
Happy to sacrifice a bloody hand
to stand on the ground capable
of bearing a beating heart,
thankful to breathe
without adding weight
as rust flakes flutter down
mocking the gauntlet venture.
Grey Sparrow Journal 