I Still Dance at the Edge of the Cliff

Lulled into a false sense of security

I forget

how close

I hover to the abyss

 

Stunned at how easily

darkness can creep back

swirl around my ankles

curl around my wrists

like bracelets

like handcuffs

 

This darkness is beginning

to transform me

Into something

Other

 

Mouth into

beak

I squawk in protest

Skin sprouting

razer-sharp quills

feet into claws

deeply scratch the floor

 

Fingers stretch into talons

tipped with steel

that I use to rip myself

to tatters

remove

my own heart

Bite into it

with

teeth made fangs

till blood runs

down my chin

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

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