• Edge •

Look at us, we’re twisting again,
Nails, hair and bone.
We're crushing ourselves again
Between hearts, lurking stones.
Coming up for air in a mud murky trail,
Unwinding our way home.
We stand at the edge of what seems forever,
Too tired to live, too scared to fall.
Heave and hump over short lived phrases,
Clutching on to our infinitesimal haul.
Ropes around the waist, in case of a slip
In case,
Our feet betray us like all.

- Barkha