THURSDAY: The Descent

BY ERICA RICHMOND

Copyright is held by the author.

He slipped through her lashes, the salty realization
and dripped down to the wide open
away from any pretenses or distractions.
He clung to her cheek
embracing her with his devastating love.
Leaving a mix of memories and make-up smeared in a line
he surrendered to the slow pull of gravity.
Acquiescence to the inevitable, he swelled with anguish.
He paused only slightly
to say a quick prayer
and when he reached her chin he jumped.

Post a comment

You may use the following HTML:
<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>