I watched you fall from her fingers
forgotten
fallen...
escaping?

gone for so long
I missed you
my twin my sister.

and you never moved
from your muddy ignominy
choosing instead to be stepped on
ripped
torn...
free?

when I saw you again
just a few gray shreds
interwoven with too-bright
reds and blues-

I wondered.

were you escaping
or suicidal?

and now
are you free?

even
without
me?

go to andrewfphoto dot deviantart dot com for more on this project. Critiques are greatly appreciated, I'd like this to be perfect before I give it to Andrew.