A woman stands at the edge of a cliff
Her desire to nosedive off of it is palpable.
If she stays where she is then she is miserable
If she moves away, she still knows the cliff is there
If she jumps, she knows the show is over.
Anyone could have been her saviour
Someone could have talked her away
Yet nobody wanted to take extra time.
She stands there biting her fingernail
When a charlatan arrives
Praises her beauty
Confuses his love for his desire
Then twists her mind into something tangible
We called him ‘hunch’
Because it is how we thought he saw her.
When he thought he had her reeled in
And she was worth nothing to him any longer
Without raising a hand
He pushed her
Right off the cliff.
He was her last chance of love, of peace, harmony.. But he had no love, peace, or harmony in him..