Subscribe   Submit Work   Log In

Today, On This Bridge

By AlyssOfWonderBread, Doubtersville., Canada

I choose the ideal day
Or what is really night
For what I am about to do
The wind is pulling my hair across my face
The rain, the sleet makes my clothes stick close to my body
The only light on this desolate bridge is the one which hangs above me
Keeping me company in my last hours

There is a razor in my pocket; I leave it where it sits
Crouching the edge digs into my thigh
The sky is dark, and the water is gleaming black poison, either way I jump it will be black
Wherever I end up

Griping the wire cables I teeter on the edge
The slippery metal beneath my tennis shoes threatens to throw me over before I am ready

Page 1 of 5

Share this article:

Share on Facebook   Share on Google+   Share on Twitter

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this!