[Poem] Highs and Lows

2008-08-17 @ 11:25 p.m.

and peaks and valleys,

winds bear me aloft like an angel white-winged,
rosy-cheeked,
blushing full, brimming
with life
in a whirlwind of feathers
and lace,

and then send me plummeting,
to crash into a sea
black
and icy
and cruel,
with rain driving down like knives
where great monsters with mouths like caves
ringed with jagged fangs
and scales
like blood diamonds
wait to swallow
me
whole.