Alone
at the top
of a dark staircase.

A drip and
a drop of water
originating in the 
abyss of darkness below.

Descending
		each
			stair.
				Let
					go
				of
			the
	cold
railing.

Sprouting wings as the body
flies in the air towards 
the drip and the
drop sound.

Bam.
In a tick tock matter of seconds,
greeted when falling face first onto 
cracked concrete.

Wings ripped, wrenching them
from the roots.
At the bottom of a staircase,
Loneliness has never felt so cold. 

 

A second year Photography student at SVA, Avra enjoys being creative through art and writing.