I stand as a shattered thing
eyes turned, chin down, unsettled
a weakness for deities
beautiful, talented, a little insane
and when something is all of these
I cannot seem to stay tame
I am virulent
a toxic tonic set to fizzle
blood boils, heart pounds, skin sizzles
leaping without looking at the edge
and knowing a fall like that
kills
I stand as a shattered thing
after landing
on my feet, still, on my feet
though swaying
though smiling, masochistic
at the blood on my own bare fingers
having no chance even to heal
before I even start pounding
over and over and over and over
at the cliff
to climb back up on broken legs
only to jump again.