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!