at the edge of the cliff,
she stood
determined…….
eyes limpid pools of sadness
hair wind swept
flawed….
damaged?
the swirling enormity below
inviting….!
nested in her own ignorance
never knowing there’s poison
in the sting of bees,
as dripping honey
in their combs.
in the heat waves of life
consumed without flame
yes, an escape ineluctable!
perhaps more to cover a secret…
SWISH….!
the water below parted noisily
sloshed up… but the tug was fierce.
down, down….
she slid,
into the silver chambers
to be garlanded by mermaids!
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