The iron monster tempts her closer
with a rusty soul
glistening bolts
and a wide-mouthed brim
of steel and secrets.
Her eyelids
fall to her lashes
anticipating the dreams that
weigh heavy on her heart
of underwater cities and
of things that were meant
to be.
The drop isn’t much too far
but she hangs onto its copper body
and for once
she is afraid.
But the clouds serve as a witness
and the friendly waves
down below
call to her.
The sun approaches quietly
once more,
just like yesterday
just like she practiced.
Except today
she isn’t interrupted
by unsmiling visitors
Mr. Ford, Mr. Lincoln
and their friends
with their minds pumping
and their engines roaring.
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 6:40 PM UTC
The iron monster tempts her closer
with a rusty soul
glistening bolts
and a wide-mouthed brim
of steel and secrets.
Her eyelids
fall to her lashes
anticipating the dreams that
weigh heavy on her heart
of underwater cities and
of things that were meant
to be.
The drop isn’t much too far
but she hangs onto its copper body
and for once
she is afraid.
But the clouds serve as a witness
and the friendly waves
down below
call to her.
The sun approaches quietly
once more,
just like yesterday
just like she practiced.
Except today
she isn’t interrupted
by unsmiling visitors
Mr. Ford, Mr. Lincoln
and their friends
with their minds pumping
and their engines roaring.
Inspired after I watched a documentary on how the Golden Gate Bridge is one of the most popular suicide destinations.
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