s l i p u p

Suddenly, whether by fact or by

fiction

She was walking a tightrope

and it was s l i c i n g

At her feet so harshly that

B l o o d

Came dripping through the fibers of

The cord

And she couldn’t feel her toes

Pointed forward at the

Other platform

While the net bounced beneath her

Shaken by the

C h e e r i n g

The laughter and joy

Sitting around the ring

How l o v e l y

They found her

With every grimace

That fed their withered eyes