Surface Tension

She falls off the stand

The one she made

to lay her ground.

The ground

She found

Was not solid

At all.

But ever hanging

With the whims

And demands

Of not her.

Again and

Again

She adjusts her platform

To undulate to the shape

Of another's Lifescape.

No blame

Cuz her stance she

Made to

Break.

This time though

She really thought

The rebar

Would foil her tricks.

Must be black magic

Concrete that is hollow

And falls in on itself.