Precipice Poem


When you’re standing on the precipice

Lids squeezed tightly shut

And your arms hang empty at sides

When your heart is as dull

As a shitty cow pond

And your lips repel like barbed wire

When your breath is as jagged

As a broken glass cut

And your nipples meet only air

Open those eyes

Search for a fathomless river

And leap into the abyss.

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