She Falls Poem by Sharon MacLeod

She Falls



She falls against his edge,
no words,
no blood.

A slice through the flesh,
clean, invisible,
a razor blade in the pocket.

She wonders if it happened.

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David Gerardino 22 August 2005

could you write the other side of this idea, the good side.

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