I'M Still On The Cliffs Poem by Angelica Ortiz

Maybe one day it'll come out to get me
But I don’t believe what I’m doing is wrong.

They say I’m behind it...
But really I’m not.


I am not the victim
Well....not anymore at least...
Can u smell the blood from here?
I can.


I am just a source.

Perhaps one day it will come out to get me
But I don’t believe what I’m doing is wrong.

...Everyone has a price to pay.


I got the devil's card today,
But it hasn’t taken my soul.
There must have been a mishap?
I don’t believe what I’m doing is wrong.


Can we let go now?
I am not the victim,
But didn’t I tell you that we were going to fall from the waterfalls?
Yes I did

And now...there u go...with no rope, no hope, and with no floats

I don’t believe what I’m doing is wrong
For you’re the one on the spot
And this time
It isn’t my flashlight

I'm still on the cliffs
Oh and by the way, you left your mask behind,

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