at the edge of the cliff,
she stood
determined…….
eyes limpid pools of sadness,
hair wind swept
flawed….?
damaged?
the swirling enormity below
inviting….!
nested in her own ignorance
never knowing there’s poison
in the sting of bees,
as dripping honey
in their combs.
consumed without flame
in the heat waves of life
an escape is ineluctable
perhaps more to cover a secret…!
SWISH….!!!
the water below parted noisily
sloshed up…
but the tug was fierce.
down,
down
she slid,
into the silver chambers
to be garlanded by mermaids!