she swayed above the abyss, my control,
one foot pressed to the board, the
other twisting circles, teasing.
pale hands of wanting claw up 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 said,
brushing me away. with a slight step
off the edge she plunged, a permanent
guest to the madness
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