The gift of your voice
rolls off your tongue,
with each bitter syllable biting,
chewing,
and spitting out
unfathomable insults
laced in pretty little boxes
coaxing me through sand paper wrapping
closer,
unsteady feet fumbling towards the edge
Jump your insults persist
Jump, and it all will be over
no longer spend your days
wasted on hopless prayers
fruitless wishes,
jump and the bitter pill of solitude
no longer has to be swallowed
jump and no longer bear the burden of broken wings
jump because everyone loves a dead girl,
each word and explosion of peace,
poking exactly where I needed it
I inched closer,
the rush of winds mixed with the roaring waters,
If I jump,
when I jump,
the roars respond tickiling me
all my senses alive with the whisper
jump
I fall only to be caught in midair,
it must have been a sight
to just see the body dangling there
pulled back to ground by ungrateful hands
but even they whisper
you should have jumped
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