Humpty Undone

She’s got this splintered,
sharp edge,
that only grew more jagged,
as solitude sustained itself.
Left alone upon the ledge,
until this undone humpty
let the liquor slip
between her already drunk teeth,
and gave her best attempt at a backflip,
between the lights lining the street.
….
There she goes again,
reaching for smoke
and frayed rope strands.
She plans to tie her own throat with hands.
Securely to the train tracks,
because that’s the way
she was trained to react.
For her sake,
I hope that bobtail trained to figure skate.
So it can dance around her death wish,
and leave her free to flee her fate.