Tuesday, May 3, 2016



Should I stay?
Or should I go?
The island calls to me.
It whispers my name.
The bridge sighs.
It weeps for me.
I will walk across.
It wobbles to and fro.
I hold tight to the ropes.
One step gives way.
So does the next.
The sides unravel.
It hangs by strings.
I can’t go back.
Or forward.
Time stands still.
Then I’m falling.
Water so cold.
Hits my face hard.
Silence takes it turn.
Water covers the rest.

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