Tightrope Truth
By, Jess Dickson
Storm’s rumble between the confining lines of truth
Symmetry of silent vowels and sharp consonants restrict the flow of soul
Swirling twisting spiral, up and down
Down and up wreaking havoc
Streams of tears
Starburst smiles- unexpected shining
Disappearing dark and swift
Dream-like phantoms feast on my mind
A whispered haunting
On this tightrope above the fires of hell
One tiny little slip
Small tumble of toes
What remains of me turns to ash
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