razor

           the swings' cold chains pressed themselves into my palms
           I gripped them, your weight heavy on me, the world below
rocking violently, night breathing heavy breath around us, day gasping for air
           uneasy, transient emotions mixing with the cool puffs of wind
     the grass rushed in close and crashed against my legs
           this symphonic chaos
           leads me to believe
           I'm going no where fast
           so I'm going to enjoy the ride
a rock
flung itself at you
           I watched, slightly bemused, wanting things I couldn't have
you in your intoxicated daze
wide-eyed like a child around a knife
sharp
and glinting,
           I danced