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
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