In Principio

up the Cliff

Weekends flipped from haven to hell too fast for a girl her age to have to sustain. School was supposed to be dreaded, a pain in the ass, something to complain over but laugh off at the end of the day with friends. Now it's the only thing keeping her head sane, keeping it from underwater, undernourishment and under the pressure of breaking apart. She hides it as best as she can because she is strong; she looks up to fictional characters for determination and willpower because those quotes that were once cheesy Tumblr taglines are now the only things anchoring her. Her hands are grasping at fraying strings that split apart too fast to keep tract of. At some point the rope will run out and there will still be a cliff to climb, and the world will spin dizzy as she falls fast and hard toward the Earth. And then the only thing to ground her will be her legs themselves as she will push herself off the ground, one leg after the other, one foot in front of the other, step by step back up. Off the ground and up the cliff.