To Fall... To believe

Waves crash and the wind starts to weave delicious ribbons of incoherent thoughts;

Attempting to prevent the spiral of anxiety is useless;

Bubbles of incoherent screams race like cats in the sand.

He said, she said, what we say…

Breathe in - There are worlds and layers of feelings and truths within this moment -

Teetering on the edge, one wrong misstep and you’re signing up for years of regret.

Either way we cry, for tears kept or for words left unsaid.

She grips the railing, knuckles innocent even though they were in the thick of it.

Salt in the air, salt on her face.

Such a pretty pretty world he displays.

She could flex her claws, spit out the threats he fed with silver spoons and golden plates

But what kind of distance would she gain, showing that she knows where his pointed arrow is aimed?

His words are poetry indeed,

But the mirror he holds spells more of an obituary.

Of his lies, of her fantasies, of their misguided truths.

She’s breathing out,

she sees the plans of the rodents, big and small, and holds no doubt

He brought her to the edge of reason, she held fast to the crimson

Diamonds that shine bright and hard are examples of walls built and lessons learned.

Sparkle and Smile,

We’re all on the edge of choosing what we want and what is left.