Five Legs
Family Ties on the Edge
We are a creature on the edge of the abyss -
Five legs, three hearts, one racing mind on a mountain path...
and each corner is a minefield.
Every step a negotiation -
Comfort or wellness?
Safety vs fear -
the bonds that bite and tear have no empathy.
We stand or fall together and I with white knuckles,
Bloody palms.
I hold the safety line.
There is no way back -
the road is slick and narrow,
falls like stone in black water,
goes in hurtling steps to the inky future.
If the road tilts now you are lost -
and bones will break -
five legs will crack and bend,
skin will tear and tendons will pop.
So the question is what's worse?
The journey, or the drop?
About the Creator
S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
Keep reading
More stories from S. A. Crawford and writers in Poets and other communities.
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Fabulous writing!
Sheri, this sublime. that opening and closing bookmark this beautifully. it is tense, fraught, but incredibly relatable!
This has your mind racing round, great concept and a brilliant final question
✍️ I was immediately hooked from "We are a creature on the edge of the abyss -/Five legs, three hearts, one racing mind on a mountain path..." By the time I reached the end, I was applauding you. 👏 Phenomenal Work! 😱