face plant

knowing the place i'm at and the hard return that follows. folding the chairs and placing them in the hall. following the hollow crack in my cheek. facing the skinny wind. working the ferris wheel. racing with a dry mouth. drained by perfection. blaming the truthful with words that i cannot defend. walking away from dirty visions. calmed by the rivers sound. i'm staying with the shadows. i'm ugly and strange. birds sing and cry with dark brilliance as they fly and give me hope. i'll lead if you let me. even if broken, i'll dance with the lonely. a famous lie i've told for years. years catching me. facing me. watching me fall.