It’s the edge you see,
It’s getting closer day by day.
When she went away
When she said goodbye
The edge you see it loomed ever closer.
The reoccurring nightmare
The fat little red bird
Mocking me, taunting me.
The body they found
Dirtied and laid bare
They thought was me
That I had gone over
But it was another poor soul
For whom the edge beckoned
Pleaded and won.
Do you remember the night at the motel?
When we professed undying love
Behind the locked door
Away from accusing eyes
We said we’d always, we said forever.
Tonight as I lay in bed
And I thought of what you did
How you did it
When you did it
Breaking my heart
Puncturing my soul
With lie upon lie
I knew in those few minutes
When reality hit me
Fair between the eyes
The edge was there again.
The attraction overwhelming
To step over it
Let it take away my pain.
The nightmare came back
This time the fat little red bird
Laughed and cackled with delight
For it had won, its victory complete.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/06/12/writing-prompt-163-collage-25/
this one packs a huge emotional punch Michael
Hello Yves haven’t seen you lately hope you are ok…..thanks for stopping by.
Thanks Michael I am going through some stuff, in a summer slump
Well I hope you come out of it soon. ((Hugs))
hugs back and thanks
I like how we the reader is given glimpses of the happenings and always left wanting to peek further over that edge to see -marvellous mix of the collage images in the narrative
Hi Laura, thanks so much, lovely you could stop by.
Gosh, this is harsh, tough writing. I want to believe he survives this.
I think he will Freya always have to be positive and hopeful. Thanks for stopping by.
Nightmare! …and the image of the little red bird – sure, my favorite!
Thank you so much, I thought the little red bird represented the image of a nightmare.
Hope he can find his way back, before he goes over the edge. I hate that little fat cackling bird, such a menacing bird. No need for him to hit the edge as some other guy had done with his love. But maybe there’s no hope. Evocative Michael, packs a punch.
I’d like to think there is always hope Mandi no matter the odds against you. Thanks for stopping by.
Edgy – uhhh … no pun intended. Well written and evocative Michael 🙂
Thank you Pat…..pun all you like I can take it…lol
LOL – yeah, but honestly, I just meant it was edgy writing …. oh dear, now I’m laughing at the silliness 😉
Oh good just think how many years I add to your life by making you laugh….
indeed …. you brighten my spirits, slice years off my “too old” soul and serious demeanor – I don’t let my wild side play often enough …. so at least you are a wonderful reminder to me to “lighten up” …. now if you could wave a magic something or other and help me lose a few pounds, well, we’d be singing! Hmm … maybe laughter – lots of it – could stimulate and rev my metabolism enough to burn fat? It’s perhaps worth a big fat (ha!) governmental research grant …. me thinks I should apply!
I was reading this morning a blogger saying she had lost weight doing yoga, I’m thinking maybe I should give it a go as I have the same weight issues Pat……yes apply if anything it will give you a focus on something that might pay off for you and then we will benefit from your hard work….
LOL …. actually, yoga can help with weight loss ….. sometimes it’s not all the crazy over the top hard action exercise that yields results …. and if one has mobility, joint or health issues, then yoga can be a very good alternative.