Jeannine Danielle Delaney
Good,idea,death,curiosity,precipice
Good,idea,death,curiosity,precipice
Good idea
One mistep
one slip of my foot
one little mistake
and I fall down the steep rocky edge to my sure
and sudden death
leaving behind my mangled
twisted
broken and bruised body
on the road below.
What does it mean when
even that repetitive thought
doesn’t stop me?
Maybe it even encourages me a little bit
because it feels good
because it feels like something interesting could actually happen.
I dangle my feet from the precipice
urging it to crumble from beneath me
and I play out different scenarios
in my head
over and over.
The wind dances with my hair
and reminds my lungs of how my tongue must feel
when it tastes sweet sugar
and I decide that it would be a good idea
to step away from the edge.