She walks along the bridge's edge,
above the dark water.
She wants to fall in,
to fall into the freezing currents,
to be swept away to a magical place,
and just before she's dead,
a golden dog will save her,
just like that story about
the red-haired french girl.
But this isn't Paris,
no one is around,
no one hears the splash
after she jumps. Her eyes close,
and she wishes, to be saved,
her eyelids flutter, her teeth chatter,
her dress far too heavy for the waters,
pulling her under, not into any world
she ever wanted to go to. Until she feels
two hands on her shoulders, pulling her back into
the light, the real world.
"What are you, crazy?"
(c) October 2011
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