under fingernails find filthy, bloody; clutch jagged edge of cliff,
detritus is flying, coughing, spitting; sharp throbbing hit.
down below a vacuum lingers, widens, echoes with your sometime fall,
no, girl, thin whisper galvanize, one day you'll stand, stand tall.
this new year's eve i was dry.
on borrowed time, like a brittle branch in a whipped, wind ferocious, i am ready to snap.
stitching pieces step, by step, i long to swaddle in the quilt of surrender, so that i may find calm. peace. serenity.
[willpower will break you...surrender will break you open...]
so maybe next new year's eve i will be sober.