Tabloid roses fulfil these dramatic dreams
Under green, clouded, toxic sky
I ride this hazard to its end
Sitting here on the ledge
Looking up, not down
Up into the ride, after the fall
I hold on with one hand, white knuckled
Not daring to abandon this one safe place
But the wind is strong, wrenching my arms
Throwing them wide open, I cannot resist
Wrapping my hair around them, binding me
Into this game again
I have no choice
But to fall
Once more.
~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008
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