-Poetry House- 'Descent'

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Descent

She ascends, higher, higher, higher to the cliff face

Lured away from her precious reverie

Pondering ultimate freedom

Need

Frustration

Madness, possessing the consciousness and humanity left inside of the vast compartment of knowledge

Closer, closer, closer

Velvet soft, alluring wind calls to her... can you hear it?

Whispering sweet nothings into her ear, tantalizing.

Like being trapped in a vortex the silky smooth liar cascades and secures itself firmly

A never ending loop circles, circles, circles

Slithers, slides like a devious snake, deviously luring her to the edge...

She descends.

Over the edge and to infinity

And for a second,

Just for what felt like a second

She flew.

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