The Crucifix

"Weep for the lives your wishes never led."

Wystan Hugh Auden


And it falls, the weight crushing, the catch of air whistling an abbreviated tune. Night falls from the sky and a blackness covers the stars. My eyes swim, seeing fancies. My hands clutch at themselves and my heart finds itself caught between my ears. A great ocean moves in me; the susurrus of the waves lapping at one another lulls me to the deep. And in the absence of air, I discover breath.