she swayed in the air above the abyss
one foot pressed to the trembling board
the other twisting circles, teasing.
pale hands of wanting clawed from below,
promising the path of least resistance.
…please, I said reaching out to her
“If you wanted something stable, you’ve
come to the wrong place,” she laughed,
brushing me away. with a slight step
off the edge she fell into the mess
then split into pieces smiling,
a permanent guest of the madness
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