She loved me
because I walked
a tightrope.
Always quaking
on tipping tiptoes,
ignoring the crowd below
until she climbed up.
I said get me down
from here.
Silver scissors sparkled.
Her face was the last
thing I saw as I
plummeted
Down.
i cannot imagine the pain that some of you may feel.
“What are your pronouns?” is a common question that is readily asked in modern society.
I think this trip was a bit more of a catharsis than an exploration. It was important for me to shed the skin of my past and make new memories in this place.
There is definitely more than meets the eye when it comes to this city.
