Learning to Fly
She stands, with head held high,
arms outstretched.
Silver skeins of sanity
unfurl like curling ribbon
to fall in a puddle
on the street far below.
Steel and concrete do not feel pain,
sentiment won’t hold her back,
all love tastes of betrayal.
She takes a deep breath
of car-polluted air,
closes her green eyes
and steps, smiling, into the sky.
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I love the way you've described her sudden knowledge of what she has done before she hits the unfeeling ground below.
It's full of emotion but very cold.
Fantastic writing.
Minxie
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