There were signs, signals, and warnings
a subtle crack in the mind, an internal unwinding.
Overwhelmed, you fled outward, away, against the clouds
trying to outrun the pain, fear, quiet desperation.
In the bleak light of morning, the descent
began, unnoticed, until midday when the eyes
turned blank, and you wandered outside dressed
only in a thin white night robe, barefoot, dark hair
streaming at your sides into oncoming traffic.
As the sirens wailed, you lay, legs askew, head
tilted to the right, gazing at the sky, lifeless
a small bird, broken against the sun.