March 7th, 2006
"Le Sirene Canteranno Il Suo Nome"
I stood there as an observer of life passing. I didn’t motioned to neither stop her from doing what was inevitable nor applaud her to do so. I held my face towards her direction with a cigarette pressed between my lips, and my glasses propped onto my face to aid my sight. I was there…in the moment…I imagined my own freedom in falling.
11:30 pm, Lisa launched herself from the fifth floor of her office building. She spread her arms apart like wings catching wind. I could only imagine what came to her in those seconds of limbo. She fixed her eyes towards the ground as she neared, and what came next was something I haven’t experienced before-the sound of her breaking.
Her body laid flat, faced down on the cold hard cement, and covered in dirt. Her red metallic blood drenched her black hair and crept further into the ground. I can see her eyes half opened, spots of red in the black and white...she stares at nothing. It's amazing how minutes ago she was just standing there smoking her Marlboros, and now she's given up and gone. Her shoelaces are untied...maybe I should tie them up for the paramedics. The sirens will sing her name.
