poem: the end

the end

looking down
many stories below
common folks bustle about
quickly maneuvering to and fro

concrete ledge supporting
ample flesh and bones
bare toes hang off the edge
brisk wind blows

falling forward, arms spread eagle
speed increasing
wind whips the auburn hair
and chafes the pale cheeks

whoosh, flap, flap
beautiful white wings
spread wide and violently flapping
strong arms wrap around her figure

the pair descend
entwined as one
together they fall
in love

it begins

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