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The Brink

May 30, 2015
By caitlin_h BRONZE, Los Gatos, California
caitlin_h BRONZE, Los Gatos, California
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Hanging on the edge of a cliff

An ancient root grows from the dry dirt

Cracking

Breaking

 

Carefully

Trying

To

Creep

Towards

The

Edge

 

To escape

To safety

 

Using enough strength to reach safety

But careful of the gravity

Pulling me down into a deadly free fall

 

Grip hard

But not too hard so that the root breaks

My only aid

 

Almost there

Reach the edge

Rise up

Onto the surface

 

An unfriendly hand

Clean, smooth, manicured

Grabs mine

Splintered and blistered

 

The enemy is laughing

I am screaming

The enemy lets go of my hands and snaps the root,

My only aid in the past

I drop

 

But I grab on someplace else.



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