Sucks to Suck

Watching the trees, while standing in the middle of that abandoned road, as they ruffle when the wind slowly passes through them. 

Waiting for me to feel the cool air on my skin too. As it approaches me, nothing.

Hanging upside down feeling helpless as the butcher holds my heart in his dirty, greedy hands.

Awaiting for the final ache, then nothing.

Standing backwards on the edge, friends encouraging me to feel the rush. Blindly I let go of my control anticipating the catch. Nothing.