Maura Herboldsheimer

New Orleans, LA
Maura Herboldsheimer
New Orleans, LA

Dark Is The Plummet

You cried out as you tried to hang on to the wire
Screamed and bled as you swung even higher
You were careful to hide the blood stains on your wrist
And afraid as red droplets leaped to the abyss.

Your lips never trembled while the puppet strings wrenched
You found carpal bone yet you did not give an inch
But when you were alone you gave in to the woe
So you better watch out or to the dark you will go.

Eyelids locked, fingers crossed, and your shoulders had hunched
Your feet slammed into the rock wall with a crunch
Every gasp was an effort with each pull you would make
And you prayed to some god that the thread couldn't break.

And so hours passed but you could not seem to kill
This pain, but then came a beautiful trill
You climbed to the top, smiled at the bird by the well
And opened your hands.
To the chasm you fell.
Sunday, August 2, 2009

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