The Abyss

At the end of the cliff is a rope.

At the end of the rope is a knife.

At the end of the knife is a girl

holding onto the blade for her life.

The water in her eyes turns the night stars into Van Gough's masterpiece.

The colors dance as her body screams.

Fearing the abyss, she never looks below

though the sound of the waves beckon her to follow.

Her grip grows tighter, the knife grows sharper.

The screaming in her mind blocks out the shouting from her mouth.

And the stars spin and dance like never before

because she's falling... falling... falling...

To the earth's core?

To the ocean floor?

To death's door?

To mercy's shore?

To healing from the war.