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Nov 2017
with the raging wind
as our enemy
you threw the rope
down at me
i clung to it
tightening my grip




i climb

midway through the ascent
confusion washed over me
for i expected you to continue
pulling me up

gently and hesitantly
i tugged at the rope
to call your attention


you never bothered to look down
and I never
ever bothered
to hold onto anything else
beside the rope
our rope

it was too late to see that I was falling
and broken bones
are just one
of my many shattered pieces

only after i was ashes
did I understand
why the highest soar
has the most painful drop

-i can still remember how both my skull and heart crack open
Written by
AtMidCode  17/F/Philippines
   jsmn and AnnaMarie
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