Challenge
Teetering on the Precipice
No rules. Open your eyes, tip-toe to the edge, lean forward, and write.
Amber Whisky
Fall over my cliff
‘New’ murmurs to me,
leave the damp fog
of all you every knew.
Fall over my cliff
Sip the amber whisky,
ride on golden steed.
tired memories
sink below horizon.
Fall over my cliff
The future lures you
with crooked fingers,
wagging promises
over the vista.
Fall over my cliff
Sojourn with me,
taste cutting edge,
seal the ancient
into zippered pocket.
Fall over my cliff
but you cannot,
not ever,
walk backwards!
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