so here i am
hanging from a cliff
i feel the dirt in between my fingers
my grasp is tight on the edge
legs dangling in the air
i want to let go
the sharp burn of my hands cramping
because they also want to let go
let my body drift into the abyss
like a feather
but it wouldn't happen like that
instead
my body would come crashing down
hitting boulders and eventually landing in the cold icy water
i wouldn't feel it
because i'd be dead
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cigarettes and sunsets
Poetrya collection of poems filled with love, heartbreak and tragedy. the world has a bad habit of keeping serious things locked away in order to maintain happiness, I desire to search for these hidden things and let them be found. illustrations by Robyn...
