These Skyscrapers Talk

I was reckless, and took the boat out over London.

I tied up on the Shard, jutting from the water like a nail from a plank. A missile aimed at the god who sunk the city.

I thought about those who built it, how they must have believed themselves invincible.

As the waves lapped against the steel, I thought: how’d that work out for you?

But I hadn’t learned those lessons.

A falling beam sank my boat, and now I wait – hope – for rescue.

These skyscrapers talk. Just because you are alive, they say, does not mean you cannot die.