The Jump {Bookcases}

Falls of 90-100 feet
Are associated with 100%
Mortality, and I
Know a place, but the guy
Who comes in a few days a week,
Keith, he's too nice to
Clean my body off the rocks,
I don't want to hurt the
Hands that held me back from
Skin too sharp and blades too soft,
Blood coagulating in my
Stomach, didn't you feel the
Way my entire being caught fire
When you touched me?
The collapsing of each boundary
Built from old pine and lincoln logs
And bookcases,
Burning like signals on
Old mountains, seven
Sisters and seven seconds to decide
Am I gonna dive
Or watch myself die?