The jumpers

This charred reality 

A day of flames

Consciousness 

For all its mystery 

Stories upon stories 

A city and its fate 

The individual 

The desperation to choose 

Air

Oxygen 

Beyond the broken glass 

Death still yet

The only option 

To trade 

To own 

Freedom 

Free falling grace 

You took flight on a Tuesday 

Arms back 

Wind in your face 

I've always wondered, am I that brave

"We saw jumpers... choosing to die" ~ The Guardian