Jaine Hannath

I am standing alone – all one
The words are mine
but they are cold

If I step back
a watery existence awaits
a mirage
on a hot desolate road

I realize that I have resisted
for a long time
The cusp of the abyss –
your warm embrace

I could lose my mind
to the sheer terror of the fall

Muscles release
My body relaxes
I swallow fortifying words
on the way down

The words are mine
No more obligation, of sorts, to commit
Intimacy is the abyss
I commit


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