Cliff side
Up high
The wind is whistling through the cracks
In her heart
The waves crash against the shore in an ever-present crescendo of wet noise
She puts her arms out
She takes a step back
And falls
Falls
Falls
Deeper into insanity
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Colloquialism
PoetryPoems, short stories, prose poetry, vignettes, innermost thoughts, that sort of thing
