Mama’s Broke - October's Lament

In the month of October at age twenty-seven
A woman had come to the end of her rope
Though the bottom was vast and the darkness was hungry
The top was engulfed in flames and black smoke

The fall was not quite as she had expected
She braced and she waited for the resounding thud
So slowly she drifted alone and untethered
So hellbent on landing though she never would