Tumble
I want to go back.....close my eyes.....curl up....be warm again. I want to meet that girl who is still in the dryer. I want to smell her hair and touch her smile.
coconut, seedpod, and seahorse
Seeing the edge; walking over to it to look down. There among the shadows is the spiky end. Hurt, shock, and permanence lie there. You know you shouldn’t, but the feeling of flying, the feeling of the breeze on your naked flesh is too great a beacon. Can’t hide from the temptation. Can’t will the pounding away, the flutters away. It takes over your thoughts like a cancer. One small moment of immense pleasure might be worth the catastrophe. You know it is wrong. You know it’s horrible. You know you will do it.