The young girl looks around
and crawls across the bark
staring down into the water as if
it were made of fluffy pillows
ready to catch her if
the wind blew her cares to far away
to catch
I watch
Behind way too much glass to be able to warn her
that the fall will hurt, and shatter her views of a perfect world
My banging on the window
may shake her
Losing her balance
As I loose my mind
So I close my eyes and reveal
the White Knucles showing
through skin
As the young girl shakes me awake
to tell me
"I fell in"














Comments
--
This is your pain, this is your burning hand.
-Rogue
Previous PageNext Page