She was living on the edge of disaster.
The wind caressed her skin,
Finally making her feel alive.
But it was all bound to end.
A whisper could make her fall,
A whisper could make her rise.
She didn’t know who she was
Anymore but it didn’t really
Matter for she was gone,
Gone to other worlds they could not
See. She smiled and took a step forward.
Balance, what a futile thing when
living on the edge of disaster.
Originally Published in Bandersnatch Vol. 47 Issue 6 on November 22, 2017